The Murder of the Innocents.

The child’s eyes are closed
and her heart stops beating.
War showing again its yellowed
face of cowardice and words

The Winter of Injustice

Her lawyer explained and the rapist was freed, all because the CPS founder. —- She relives the scene, the brutal nightmare binds her,  and liberated he’s free to further haunt her. —– Broken wings of women, abused and violated, sink into the mired ground of male malevolence. ——- Braced in courts faces,  prejudicial trial, persons… Continue reading The Winter of Injustice

War in Winter

Grief digs deeper when the winter months mutter war, the loss of place, of purposeful peace and the gross destruction of homes, humans and even habitats of tiny  beings that have sought warmth under the frozen crust. ——- It’s a bloody burden that they carry on breaking backs, as they see bursting bombs of greed… Continue reading War in Winter

My Valentine

The snowdrops split the Earth and bravely shone against the wintry grey.  Hiding below where the secret darkness of the soil gives life, two fruits gradually split and new birth begins.  Separately they grew entwining the bare branches of the beleaguered hawthorn  ruled by frost and snow, hail and gales.  But still they grew on… Continue reading My Valentine

Leading by Manipulation

Hear, hear, grew the charge and so the slow lethargic loyal men  and women wove the web around his feet, tripping and ripping his riposte. —- Whipping them were those now nervously, previously deviously devising each broken rule, wearing blue to hearten him, smelling the welling of the telling of truths, they writhe and slithily slip… Continue reading Leading by Manipulation

We will remember Them!

Gaffe, gaffe, gaffe, I will make you pay by whats my way, I’ll lie and turn my back and grin wide.  I’ve trained the rest to follow my guide So what will follow will always be so, and years it’ll take before you’ll know – How much you let me run amok, see cos no… Continue reading We will remember Them!

Social Media Hatred

The gif spread slowly across my screen Opinionated, detonated, created, calculated. Cold and cruel, treating me to someone’s  unhappy heart turned on me in spite, a biteOf hate. ——/Her photo stolen from her life, haunting her as they passed it along its invisible trip wire. Seeking fame by defaming, hoping for shares, and done despairs, violated,… Continue reading Social Media Hatred

How will they know?

It was the glimpse of a frost iced field, where the lowly sheep were lazily crunching on crisp grass, that touched my heart and brought the memories of chapped cheeks and gloves with holes where the cold wind whistled and the promise of snow. ——– Snow that fell in lazy circles tasting of ice cream,… Continue reading How will they know?

It is Rare

It is rare that we hear the truth from leaning liars, and we find ourselves assigned apologies that are spun and woven as spider’s webs to placate and push away critics and the fearful future of resignations. — It is rare that we hear of poverty on the agenda of the wealth driven economies of… Continue reading It is Rare

The Loss of family

She just looked, no sight in her eyes. as they turn into her turmoil. He just sighed, no hope in his soul, as he lives on the streets. Their young lives stolen by adults too bound up with pleasure that they abandon the child of their loins, some sold, and the little hands and feet… Continue reading The Loss of family