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Le Grisou
On winter days, with frosted breath,
We wander to the warm, great hall
To see this sacred scene once more.
A mother mourns her perished son,
As mothers do across the world,
While washed-up men, most often old,
Pick off the innocent for sport.
Grouped women, tethered in their grief,
Mop up the personal effects,
Doused in their humid, sodden tears.
Soon, beyond anger, b...
Saturday 11th January 2025 9:34 am
Somewhere
Gaza: a father beats the floor in grief
As he feels his son’s last desperate breath.
It seems indecent to say any more,
As when, that evil Saturday morning,
A Holocaust survivor was cut down
During a crimson-coloured bout of rage.
I tell myself: this cannot be the best
That humankind has to offer. One day,
The innocent will inherit the Earth,
The puffball types in unifor...
Thursday 16th November 2023 5:37 pm
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