New work

Thirst of greed

We were once free

But now they are coming

Feet pounding the ground

Buildings shelled

Aircraft deafening

The sky has changed

A rancid black

Where has the hope gone?

What has happened to our destiny?

We have to help ourselves

As no-one else will

If you are able,


As freedom has evaporated

This will become our lives

Our norm

We will have to accept

Freedom will always win

But many lives will pay the cost

And the sea of red

Will be the consequence

Of a thirst of greed

Of dominance

Say a prayer

The immigrant

5. For my son

Sometimes I wish i could continue walking for an eternity

Searching forever for light

But knowing even if I crossed chasms

Seas and mountains

To the furthest reach of the world

I would never again find light

Because light has left me

And darkness will surround me


My son

I have only a photo

And the memories in my mind

If I was to ever lose them

Every time I close my eyes

I see him playing with his marbles

Eating his favourite food

Kissing his mother

Itching his arm when he wanted something

I still remember his voice

His sweet voice

His laugh when I told him a joke

I even miss seeing how he cried

When we comforted him

My god, you will decide for me

When it will be time

When I can hold my son’s hand again

I remember seeing those bastards

How they laughed

Down by the river bank

Pissing in the water

I took a discarded rifle

And I took aim

There were three of them

I could feel the air

Whistling ever so softly

I laid down on my chest

Out of their view

But close enough

I positioned myself

My breath faint

My eyes dry from the tears

I will make you suffer you fucks

And it won’t be quick

I had lost my family

My son

My reason to live

I focused on the one with his gun

For my family you fuck


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Run for cover


What is that noise?

Choppers on approach

Panic stricken

Take cover like a roach


Overhead now,

hovering still

That dirty beast

Contemplating the kill


There it goes

That dark heavy mass

See it plummet to the ground

What a blast!


It leaves its chaos

As it flies away

Screams, yelling

Where the kids normally play


Deafening numbness

Everything so loud

Smell of chlorine

Poisonous cloud


People stumbling

Gasping for air

Vomiting violently

People scared


I cannot breath

Coughing uncontrollably

Grating at my eyes

Collapsing fatally….


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When you hear the word freedom

What do you think?

Speak openly, no propaganda

Work, live eat and drink

We are fortunate, very in fact

Not killed for speaking, protests or acts

We are not in camps, malnourished, ill

Doctors a plenty, pharmacies dish out pills

Pushed into slavery, sex toys, prostitution too

Simple life, coffee, work, family, house, true

Complain, go on, tired, no money, stress

Our life is easy when we consider the rest

We have freedom, we can achieve, obtain

Reflect before contemplating about your pain

Others are worse off in poverty

Others escape war and certain death

Others eat rationed rice

Others live what they call life

Will you think about their freedom tonight?

Their country with practically no human rights

This poem is a thought about them

One day we’ll make a difference, when?


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It’s coming

Madness, two leaders doing deranged things

We don’t yet know what it’s going to bring

A country that feels they have to protect themselves

By testing missiles and whatever else

The world is in outrage at their outrageous acts

They refuse to change, they continue in fact

Not even a president of the United states

Who speaks like a dictator and raises the stakes

Kim calls trump mentally deranged

Sorry guys, what you are doing, your both insane!

Madman! rocketman! Let the insults fly

Like the US jets doing their fly by

Now trump is a dotard, according to Kim

Old, mental capacity ready for the bin

Trump fires losers that don’t get results

Kim just shoots them, doesn’t accept insults

Where are we going, what is next for the world

World war three perhaps, only time will tell.


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