Slaughter (Remove filter)
Enemy
The metal’s falling
From the sky, like rain.
A warped ambition
Terrifies Ukraine,
As someone, somewhere,
Swells up with disdain,
While his practised sneer
Dishes out the pain.
And the world knows well
That he won’t explain,
But that, sure as hell,
He’ll be back again.
Thursday 24th April 2025 7:14 am
Performance (Kryvyi Rih 5.4.25)
Twenty dead so far……..
I wonder if they get an extra mark
For killing kids or snuffing babies out?
On their twisted scale of staff incentives,
Perhaps their bonus swells at all such scalps;
Perhaps their backs are slapped at each week’s end.
They say that talks for peace are well on track,
But we see little sign of it round here.
We feel the foul, malignant breath of b...
Monday 7th April 2025 9:27 am
Recent Comments
Philip Stevens on These places
6 hours ago
Clare on Reinvention.
7 hours ago
Marla Joy on A Mother's Life
12 hours ago
Hélène on Favorite Poet
14 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Forget-Me-Not
15 hours ago
C Byrne on These places
15 hours ago
John Coopey on BARNSLEY HONKY TONK WOMEN
20 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Tube Shelter
21 hours ago
David RL Moore on Peace talks
21 hours ago
K. Lynn on Favorite Poet
22 hours ago