Tag Archives: war

Elegy for Alaa Mashzoub

Blind assassins can’t erase your words, written in ink, can’t erase your message. Thirteen bullets and they think they have silenced you   but ink outlives blood, and paper weighs more than rock, and scissors, they can cut off your … Continue reading

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Humanity’s Blight

I am the shackles on the legs of history, the whip on the skin the smallpox on the blanket I am original sin.   I am the bullet that pierces the quiet night ignorant, I fly without rhyme or reason … Continue reading

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It’s a Privilege

Our grandfather was a roofer and he spent his whole life busting his ass to provide for his working class children and then his working class grandchildren and then, when he was 68 years old he was repairing a chimney … Continue reading

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Only Words

Are they only words just letters pieced together tell me, what’s stronger what’s more powerful than words than these sounds we make to justify taking lives if I create God, tell me, of what use is it without words that … Continue reading

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The Lone Dove

When the hawk fell dead from the dark grey sky above, the lone dove exhaled.

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A War Criminal Is Dead

One score and eight years after the first bombs dropped Iraq is still breathing and a war criminal is dead. Other’s will die and mothers will cry but there is more space now for doves to fly and they will … Continue reading

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As The Tryptophan Sedates

Turkey is bitter that’s why there’s cranberry sauce heaps and heaps of it to sweeten the taste and make history palatable   so we’ll be happy as the tryptophan sedates the whole family and we cheer as a pop star … Continue reading

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