The For Sale sign hung expectantly for weeks, til the joyful hurrying agent slapped ‘Sold’ on and had ages of paperwork work through while a loving couple who lived there were truly gone. —- It was their cosy home and garden, built in peace around their chattering children now moved on, loving hands that cleaned… Continue reading The empty House
Guantanamo Fear or Victims
—— He hides face in his arms as they grabbed him, twisting, hurting his already rope burned skin, innocently he had travelled to aged Afghanistan, guilty by colour and creed he was violently taken, not arrested, nor accused like hundreds of others. —— Guantanamo Bay, a cruel place of tried and tested torture criminalising good… Continue reading Guantanamo Fear or Victims
The Gower Pilgrim
The steps of ancients have walked this way, searching out for easement of earthly sorrows, seeking souls to bring to an earthy paradise or expiating their sins with hunger and sorrow, opening a way for newer treads of modern soles to journey through the patient places of Gower. —— Weary living brings the purposeful pilgrim,… Continue reading The Gower Pilgrim
Fascism
Generations crippled and controlled, controversially, cruel governments count the dead and silence the poor; while the elite count their moneys and parade themselves fortuitously in roles designating fearful fascism. Comprehensibly overtaking press and media manipulating and monitoring until the oppressed seek redress. —— Painfully the demonstrating populace, face the potential ruinous choice of punishment, to… Continue reading Fascism
Children matter more than guns.
The once kissed face unrecognisably their chlld, tiny hands, they touched, covered in drying blood, their little lungs filled with blood, their future stolen and their once loving hearts, overwhelmed died, sacrificed at the altar of the ‘Right To Bear Arms.’ —- Mothers broken by the news weep inconsolably, fathers fury chokes the tears back… Continue reading Children matter more than guns.
The Partygate Dance
He danced for the scribes and the hypocrites, He danced for a tune taught by the oil rich, he danced for the women and danced for lust, he danced for the wealthy and danced for glee. === He danced against the laws and the protocols, he danced against the poor and the vulnerable, He danced… Continue reading The Partygate Dance
A voice in the Wilderness of War
Still he opened his throstle, and chanted
his prayer, that despair will die and each
root of hopefulness will bring grace
Earth 2 or 3?
The gleaming metal shone in the sun as it plummeted towards the planet’s verdant surface, splashing into the bluest of blue seas, it bobbed quietly, rising and falling with the waves. A gap appears near the top and emerging from the darkness into the light came figures, each stood shaking on wobbly legs fell into… Continue reading Earth 2 or 3?
Cancerous Greed.
He held tightly to the statement of his wealth groaning as he saw the fulsome figures falling, wondering how he’d keep his balding head up as he flounders int he dust of only multi-millions. —– She held tightly to the small wad of new notes, freshly received from the ATM and felt thrilled to have… Continue reading Cancerous Greed.
War on Refugees
Now politicians think up wicked schemes and plot
to send them to countries violating human rights,
spending our money to perpetrate crimes against
humanity, binding them in chains and sending them
away to suffer more, be killed and so Pilate Patel
washes her hands.