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Today
Today, I woke in the same place,
That, last night, I lay down to sleep.
It's apparent nothing has changed,
But something has happened to me!
I look in the mirror; same face,
Same brown eyes looking back at me.
It's apparent nothing has changed,
But something has happened to me!
Everything's as it's always been?
But something has happened to me!
Doing what I do every day,
I go abou...
Wednesday 4th March 2015 11:06 pm
Art Attack
Art Attack.
Kalashnikovs spit deadly hate
Upon the streets of grey Paris.
An art attack, the deadly fate.
Je prie pour eux - Je suis Charlie.
A sketch of these disturbing times,
twelve martyrs die for liberty.
The clanging of Notre Dames chimes.
Je prie pour eux - Je suis Charlie.
Bullets of hate will not erase
the sable brush strokes of the free,
dripping red on these bloody days...
Saturday 10th January 2015 1:44 pm
Grandchildren Of The Somme
Grandchildren Of The Somme
the dead lay on the injured earth
all wearing grey death masks of mud
a tally of what life is worth
just bone and sinew flesh and blood
attrition wrought its deadly cost
the river Somme held back its flood
humanity forever lost
just bone and sinew flesh and blood
sixteen miles wide and just six deep
survivors wondered if they could
block out the dreams t...
Saturday 19th April 2014 3:38 pm

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