It was lost before it started, as the sun rose over the horizon and the cloud of the dust of centuries of believing that this is right and that is so very, very wrong. ========================== No-one saw the stain in the beginning but stood and broadcast their right, to murder, malign, maim over a message… Continue reading The walls of Hate.
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The Truth is no Truth at All.
The Truth Really Hurts
It’s not time to ring in the truth because it hurts.
I have been scalded by the truth as it works into
my gut and leaves the guilt lurking nauseously,
clinging to my brain until I am rendered a kindly
repentant soul again and say those words so very
hard but oh so very healing and achingly appealing,
‘I am so sorry.’ I did wrong.
Yet he clings to his lies and dominating ties to the
powers that abuse and misinform, misremembering
the things that happened, recorded in the press and
filmed for the television, so a mission for omission is
pressed ahead so that he can fib to avoid the gibes
of the journalists, newsreaders and nervous onlookers.
He stares and stumbles and cites, ‘We did not do right,’
But he did wrong, so we long for him to be gone for
we wrote it in our tweets and it was heard in our claps,
cheering the NHS as people sowed up their curtains to
make PPE and masks while doctors and nurses sickened,
and without the cover caught the dread disease, and died.
Companies offered to make them double quick but he
said his friends would do it better and some would
arrive from China, but now he says he lied for there
was always enough PPE for everybody. But sound out
the nurses barely breathing on ICU, staff battered as
Covid19 prowled and used the lack of protection to
pollute and pick its victims, and so the fit shouldered
the burden til exhaustion and poor equipment and a pack
of Shylocks, as well deaf ears to the knocking on the door
by the wise, wilfully ignoring and saying they were boring,
failed to save their nation by isolation, and blocking
the locking which soon was clocking deaths in their
thousands. He gambles and it’s a shambles as he still
rambles on til thousands upon thousands died and now
people stumble through the night of their pain seeking
operations, chemo and the right treatment for other
diseases because they just wanted to ease their minds
and behind close doors grumble and mumble over the
rising tide of anger as they feint and paint their actions
like children who cannot face blame, so they shame
someone else and fail to tame their own greedy eyes
and those of their mates who got special rates so that
The Truth Hurts
Curled in a ball she lay frozen in time as the pain searched out every corner of her small body, and her mind shut down as to contemplate all that had happened was too much. An inhuman man stared at the broken child as he zipped his flies after he had ripped the cries out… Continue reading The Truth Hurts
The Choice and No Choice
The child shook and cried – as his emaciated body fought the knowledge of a fever that choked the breath of his father and captured his mother‘s before oxygen came that can’t be given, because it is held in a place where the faces of the well smile as they selfishly return to a normality… Continue reading The Choice and No Choice
My Winter in Summer
I heard the crunch of tyres on the stony ground still, as it stopped on the grassy verge and outpoured chattering children and gathering grownups. Nearby the yapping of a small dog, running freely amongst the cars disturbing someones quiet moments, and threatening to knock over the frail taking a walk in the afternoon sunshine… Continue reading My Winter in Summer
The Virus and World Domination
A fiercesome thing is lockdown, it growls around us like a roaring wind, that tears the fabric of lives apart and turns the hope of Spring into a winter of depression, and a lesson that sows seeds in a nation that seeks to avoid exhalation of drops of a virus; that violently takes from us… Continue reading The Virus and World Domination
A childhood lost.
Their little hands reached out and touched the sensitive screen, no longer ably remembering the last time that they had been on that squishy sofa. or sat on her knee, all warm and snuggled while adults struggled with sleepy eyes, after a hilarious time running and laughing, hugging, catching until the loud chime of the… Continue reading A childhood lost.
Borders
Arbitrarily drawn, each brace is something else’s place and loss as fences are built and concrete is laid for solutions to stop intrusions, incursions and contusions for those who try. There is a body who believes in their right and might for their own bipartisan brain to build visible walls. ===================================== A golden butterfly gentled… Continue reading Borders
Death to the Precious Earthworm
Like a centipede without legs it pushes it’s way through the thick earth, unseeing, opting to avoid stones and wood that silently strew its darkling trail, chewing on Autumnal leaves, debris of long ago. Finding new ways and rising to drink from sweet spring rains, it noses its way through he roots of wonders that… Continue reading Death to the Precious Earthworm
There is no just war.
Wearing a dirty face mask she peeped over the top of the rancid rubble, her dark eyes smudged with sleeplessness and the filth of her poverty, The fear in her eyes searched the landscape filling in the gaps where friends and family had lived and now sought another sojourner in war. —– Like a trembling… Continue reading There is no just war.