Lost Treasure

There was a blue tent Two police vans A police car Police People standing on the street When we walked back An hour and a half later They were all still there Someone said a baby had fallen from the ninth floor People kept waiting Not sure what for Were they waiting for an arrest?…

Vulnerable beings

Looking back at photos of Abu I forget how much he's changed It hurt being reminded Of mortality and age One thing confirmed By seeing him So delicate and small I've not the strength To again adopt A soul so vulnerable

Those who prey on pain

I was watching an interview of Edward Snowden today when he said something that caught my attention: “When we become fearful, we become vulnerable to anyone who promises they will make things better, even if they have no ability to make things better, even if they will actively make things worse, even if they will…

Younger elder

Everyone seems to recognise The vulnerability of a child But after a certain number of years You're expected to have grown up Regardless of how much You've actually experienced There are people Twenty years younger than me Who've lived life So much more comprehensively People who've got to experience Freedom and individuality At a level…

Judge a country by how it treats its most vulnerable

I complain a lot About my life Then this morning I read About a woman Being set on fire As she was going To a trial For a rape She had been subjected to By the same bastards who later set her on fire Someone else's bad fortune Doesn't make another's better So the pain…