A child can only look on knees, frail, loud, loving and free, hunting beetles, shedding tears, smelling the earth, ‘It’s nearer to me!’ —– A child can only look on knees, and spider webs’ silvery droplets, marvelling at the moon and stars, splashing in cool, cerulean seas. —- A child can only look on knees,… Continue reading Refugee Children in the Hold.
Tag: Hunger
The burning heart
The silence grew, the issue lay hid, no one spoke for a dying child. —– Each click of the fingers, each moment in time, they die of hunger, violence or harm, abused and broken, sexually mauled and their tears don’t make headlines while a fantasy does. —– Narcissistic natures boldly claim the front of every… Continue reading The burning heart
Hosanna!
Grief stricken, an empty armed mother wanders outside the city gates and meets the family leaving their home, empty pocketed, no wage to come. Misshapen people, ostracised sit in the shade of the tombs and rocks, longing for a health to enter the city where they are unclean, where deprivation, disease, death and hatred walk… Continue reading Hosanna!
Brexit’s Legacy
Startled by swiftness of the grievous downturn, he stood looking at his terraced house, once warm, once welcoming and in his hands were bulging bags, and his children playing their games on tech screens. Weary from work he held the bag from the Foodbank, and felt again the creaking of a body underfed and ——-… Continue reading Brexit’s Legacy
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
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?
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.
The Poor paying for the Rich
He looked into his wallet and then into the face of his children. Oliver looked out from their faces, thinned and paled by hunger, Their sad eyes looked at under woolly hats and coat covered arm hugs. — His eyes watered and his empty belly grumbled as he opened the last dull can of beans,… Continue reading The Poor paying for the Rich
Breaking the poor to pay the rich.
There, in the place of privilege and parliament, she held the flame high. And showed clearly the darkness that assaults the poor and divided David Cameron’s almost managing ’til their larders are emptied of succour and their frightful futures fixed with a hasty handful of wealth cultivated wishes. ——- Although this time the poor are… Continue reading Breaking the poor to pay the rich.
Tears
I bit into my chocolate, and the thoughts began to percolate. I tasted the milkiness and bittersweetness and sighed and cried inside my body – where the need’s nourishment not this punishment as the weak, hungry child in my mind’s eye dies. —– I do not mean to deride the pride we have in our… Continue reading Tears