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A Speck of Cruelty (a true story about a dear old neighbour of mine)

One tiny story

One tiny life

Not picked up on any radar

Or satellite

 

Not even

A marking in a road

Or unfortunately

No CCTV

 

Old Ray’s tools were stolen

From his ransacked allotment

Leaving

Very little of him left .

 

One tiny moment

One tiny heartless mind

Just started to bury him

Further

And further

In the ground

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The Daily Sluice

I see that vacant look

In a lot people’s eyes lately

 

Life has tumbled

Into washing

And laundry

Spinning  their heads around

 

A moment to think …

Then click the screen

And the possible moment of enlightenment

Disappears down the daily sluice

 

I see those eyes now …

Counting sheep

Trying to become vacant

Blank as the mobile scream

Waiting for th...

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You Didn’t Pull the Trigger, but You Did

You didn’t pull the trigger, but you did

 

“I don’t want immigrants

or those of a different race or creed”

 

I didn’t pull the trigger, but you did

 

“the drip drip of my poison pen and lips

rips a storm of hatred in you”

 

Well…

 

You didn’t pull the trigger, but you did

 

Each word, becomes a vile post

Each gesture, someone is pushed against a wall

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