Category Archives: Death and Dying

It’s coming to binefar in Huesca

In pursuit of profits Whilst relinquishing good sense Filing away compassion and the real suspense A slaughterhouse is coming And death trusts everyday 3 million pigs will be slaughtered Every year or so they say Increasing up to double that … Continue reading

The silent scream

The last soliloquy At a point Of lesser evils than before A balladeer of ocean currents A sonneteer of expressed fear Landed from a net of nylon Packed in ice and thrust upon A fine display of ocean fishes But … Continue reading

The sickness of ocean users

We have seen the beginning How long to the end The emergence of madness The countdown my friend The embryonic nature of man The light of day And our wonderful plan The end time is coming Hearts ceasing eyes closing … Continue reading

The most terrifying poem ever written

Mother writhing Slaughtered for The burger joint Yea up the street The the “cow and burger”a great place Where plastic plates and bottles greet The frantic dossers Wanting more Beef the grief For evermore With lots of lettuce All of … Continue reading

A passing

The concept of the loss of someone Hacks into the heart Whether an animal understands the finality To start Analysing grief As a palpable concern For me is without substance But I feel that I learn From animals that grieving … Continue reading

Gaza from a childs point of view

For children living now There is no future Life is day to day And nothing more Annihilation The destruction of your way of life All around you really blood and gore Unimaginable horror At your bedside Nightmares are the stories … Continue reading

I was not there

I was not there But have woken up To the carnage of that day It was swept into my psyche Leaving us all to pay Regard to the heroism And the hatred everywhere I woke up screaming to myself I … Continue reading

“Presley”

We all have different given names Its repetition that we know It reminds us of our destiny And within that name we grow I was known as “Presley” The King of rock and roll I learned to move my body … Continue reading

PARIS

PARIS A city engulfed in blood Tonight behold an evil flood Of terrorist activity Planned and administered wickedly Repulsiveness and great clouds Of woe A disfigurement a haggard flow Of evil struck down One by one The BATACLAN hostages were … Continue reading

Jetsum of our own wrath

In the salty wrath of the ocean Tousled bodies lie Children full of hope and joy There before us die Why we ask ourselves those of us Caring of these scenes Because we interfered with them We used our grand … Continue reading