Poetry Blogs (killing)
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Thursday 5th September 2019 12:18 pm
At the start it was not so
That we did know the stone to throw,
To kill the beasts and men like us,
To think it fine to strike the blow
That spread man's blood upon the dust.
How was it that death entered in?
Cruel killing, how did it begin?
Did not the Tree of Life stand there,
In God's garden where was no sin.
In God's garden where all was fair.
Friday 28th June 2019 4:14 pm
The Bayonet In The Shed
He put it there in forty nine,
in a woodworm riddled drawer,
wrapped it in a greasy rag.
A remnant from the war.
On top of it he laid his medals,
nothing more was said
until the day my father
took the bayonet from the shed.
We had pestered many times
and he had said ‘perhaps’
when we asked him if he’d killed
any Krauts or any Ja...
Monday 16th May 2016 12:24 pm
Thanks to Patricia & Stefan for getting me thinking about this topic again.......
this lion was sat there
being a lion
when a man
who beat his wife and kids
through the head
and used his fur
for a rug
this alligator was sat there
being an alligator
when a man
who raped a child
thrust a spear
Monday 10th June 2013 11:44 am