What if the rain had not come like Ethiopia, Kenya, Somalia too desertification, dying animals, crying children, folk emaciated, and still the silent sun shines on drying, heating, carbon fuelled. —— What if the rain had not come? The reservoirs emptying still and the cracks in the ground widening and spreading like a pain of… Continue reading What if the Rain had not come?
Budgets Kill
Blue eyes sunk in a worried face, dim with the ache of hunger, closing to hide the horror of cruelty in power and control. —— Brown ones too in the faces of children understanding that they are voiceless and that loving adults voted for —– this annihilation, bold policies that take their food, warmth, their… Continue reading Budgets Kill
Truss the Tory way.
The butterfly spread its wings, as the sun rose late, the scent of honeysuckle fills the air on Michaelmas tide, alighting to drink the sweet nectar it floats in my sight, chilling my heart as the Autumn’s reign’s diminished. —— Swallows and sparrows soar and chat as their nestlings feed on the whining insects, while… Continue reading Truss the Tory way.
Climate Crisis Floods
The water soaked into the earth, cooling its parched throat, dripping through the crooked cracks and pooling in the deep, dry depths of the soil which drank it like a sot. The clouds hovered nearer and more rain poured down, filling the rivers, the holes and still more and some more. The people watched it… Continue reading Climate Crisis Floods
Empty Earth
He stood, sentry like, part of the desertified landscape, and watched a small cloud on the horizon, willing the curving shape to bring salvation to his people and then saw it melt away. The moment gone. Still, he stood in the shade of the hostile sun. ——– She watched the food plants lovingly sown shoot… Continue reading Empty Earth
Empty plates
Once upon a time we jingled the coins in a pocket, a loss of magnitude that cannot simply be realised, half crowns and shillings, sixpence and pence. So rich we felt with half a crown and even a sixpence to buy sweets at the shop on the corner of our busy, children in the road… Continue reading Empty plates
Do they even care?
Sewage on our beaches government beyond our reaches, history did not teach us and now they cling like leeches, —- feeding off the poor, slamming shut the door, hunger comes with a roar and they say they’re sticking to the law. — Crisis costs will rise, Will they hear the dying sighs? Will they finally… Continue reading Do they even care?
Poverty and Wealth 2022 style
Gaunt faces, Belsen like, shivering in Oxam coats and parcels of food in Red Cross Boxes, schools struggling to open, free dinners lost and hospitals stretched, homes wrecked and breaking, while the MPs and corporations sit counting their profits and refusing to see the results of rabid greed and sleep easy in their clean warm… Continue reading Poverty and Wealth 2022 style
The Tory Party’s .
small print! ======== Its in the small print that we are not allowed to see. Its written large in their minds that we will not be free. Its in their meetings, their words and thrills and the meaning is hid in their lying deceit. ——- Not one has been told but they guess that it… Continue reading The Tory Party’s .
Seaside Fun
Dancing sunlit waves, gleeful children, reddened cheeks, glowing with joy under a layer of factor 50, to fight off the furious sun searching out each little corner of skin uncovered; and so they dress them now with protecting suits or pop up tents that shield, and enable freedom on the beach; to dig and build,… Continue reading Seaside Fun