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For all the poppies crushed….

How easy it is to create false idols! How literal we can be in identifying our false idols or any idols for that matter.   I look at the numerous ceremonies of remembrance for World War One and Two and … Continue reading

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Devastation

How solid does this world so written seem to us and yet, how easily and quick, can be humbled, returned to rubble, made to pay the price that madness, rage and power expect; such devastation mocks what we believe, shatters … Continue reading

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The war science/medicine wages against bacteria is killing us

This is so important. If people understood how their bodies really work they would never touch an antibiotic or feed it to their children unless it was a life or death situation and they would never allow anything anti-bacterial into … Continue reading

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Flanders fields

Forgotten fields give birth in blood, scarlet reaches high, as monkish hood, reminders of the truth of hidden death, memories of sudden, full stopped breath, as stone remembers flesh as earthly food. Cast corpses on the breast of bitter day, … Continue reading

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Denial and war

How easily we go to war chasing dreams and demons; how smoothly do we follow lies into realms of hell, while telling those who listen, and ourselves, that it is in a good, just cause and it is something which … Continue reading

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To honour or not to honour – that is the question.

  On Anzac Day I honour all those who have suffered in war; soldiers and civilians alike because we labour under an illusion that soldiers are the ones who fight and win wars when they are merely participants, like everyone … Continue reading

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Fields of Flanders

Those flattened fields of Flanders scream of battered souls and muffled screams which pressed beneath time’s tread has crushed the cry of hurt beneath firm soil. The heaving shape of shouldered pain is locked by grasses -green terrain, which grips … Continue reading

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When you have nine sons

When you have nine sons When you have nine sons And your husband is dead, So many years ago Murdered by bandits, There is much that you need. And you are the one Who must find it. And so it … Continue reading

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