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On April 11th, 2025, we mark the 80th anniversary of the liberation of Buchenwald, a symbol of the atrocities committed during the Holocaust. This day reminds us of the suffering endured by countless innocent lives and the haunting words of Martin Niemöller, who warned against the dangers of silence in the face of oppression. Niemöller’s message calls on us to never be silent in the face o...

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Drop The Tears

No-one likes to see tears, that

Liquid form of human distress,

Yet human life being what it is

They render make-up a mess

 

I'd never observed you weep

Your trusting eyes always dry,

Till catching me with Matilda

Made you break down and cry

 

Tears clear the air like a purifier

Provoking a quantum of sympathy

From anyone that can summon

A minimum degree of em...

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Sunday Morning Thought

I have been

Seen 

Death has held me

Life has killed me

But you still think

You have the right

To give me advice

As if you’re above me

If you let me speak

You might learn

Something

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Selfish

You call me selfish for trying to take what is mine, and mine only, and do with it as I wish

 

Your claim and the belief behind it, is even more so

 

And, though you may not realize, all you are doing is prioritizing your pain over mine

 

You pacify your fear of heartache with my suffering

 

So tell me true, if you were in my shoes - if you overlooked your own feelings to e...

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Goodbye, Gaston

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My uncle, Gaston,
mum's bro (1-yr apart),
died whilst I cradled him
in the crook of me arms.

He lay there bliss-filled
Faint lustre of his boyhood charms.

It was a waiting game
& he was hanging on.
He held back the Ripper's blade
Unmindful that he'd had it made.

I whis...

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