Famine is dark
On an empty stomach
There there, we are
Listening to you
In the morning
We look around
But there is nothing
Under the burning sun
There there, we are
Thinking of you
We rush to aid
But lose both of you
Shot in the back
I sit here
And my eyes close
There there,
Can you hear us?
Thank you, David.
I'm having trouble finding words to adequately respond to such horror, perpetrated in my name and paid for in part with my tax-pounds. 💔
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David R Mellor
Sat 26th Jul 2025 15:14
very true Uilleam , last night it was either this poem or a brick through the TV . many leaders have blood om their hands