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Cold Wind
A cold wind is blowing;
It makes its way in,
It seeps through the brick
And clings to the skin.
It pierces the heart
With icy disdain
And somehow compels you
To look up again.
And when you look up
What is it you see?
No castle, no garden,
No landscape, no tree;
Just untidy death
Of industrial scale.
Now all human life
Is a second-hand sale.
Thursday 9th November 2023 5:13 pm
INNOCENT CASUALTIES OF RELIGIOUS WAR
"Suffer the little children to come unto me."
(who will protect them?)
O death where is thy sting,
O grave where is thy victory?
(More fine words as we fail them.)
Watch this space as more fall foul
of needless death's embrace.
Thursday 18th August 2016 11:23 pm
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