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 Sep 2015 ContraMundum
RH 78
Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Washed up.
Lifeless.
All for a new life too far to reach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Terrorists
Heartless.
What happened to the human rights we all preach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Traffickers.
Gangs.
Displacing people no home and no speech.

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
A son.
No future.
We hang our heads and weep!
Broken hearted and deeply affected by pictures I saw in the news depicting the lifeless body of a little boy no older than three who was photographed washed up on the shore line of Turkey. The result of further illegal human smuggling, people trafficking promising to get families to Europe on a false promise. All too often, people are put into small boats unable to sustain the weight of all the people put upon it and not fit for purpose. This is yet another shocking event in the wake of atrocities taking place in North Africa where the displacement of millions of innocent people continues. Governments are too busy counting the pennies and quarrelling amongst themselves in addition to wasting precious time as gangs and smugglers take advantage of the situation by sending people to their death profiting from the desperation of families searching for a place to call home. When will this end? RIP to the little boy, his brother and mother who all perished.
 Sep 2015 ContraMundum
blue milk
i dont want to write
any
poetry about
you
but i've found myself
sitting in front
of my
computer
unable
to think
of any other topic
so here i am
thinking about you
again
this is not how
i want it to
be
this is not how anyone
would want it to
be
leave me be
like usual, you see
for i am here
and you aren't
into me
 Sep 2015 ContraMundum
blue milk
all i could muster to say
is *******
you took me
and held me
and left me
and kicked me onto the ground
to grow in the forever dusting
surface of the earth
from which i have now
come to love
this is where i have belonged
for much too long
now i see no difference
everyone passing by
crushes me
and god do i miss the way
you feel
and touch
and talk with your breath
but you've left me here
to dust on the surface
of the earth
not to be found
not to be touched
not to be loved
for not even the dust
will mutter my name

— The End —