I write about the ****** of innocents
Terrorism, injustice
It shows I'm getting angry
I see here poems in praise of God
(I don't have a problem with that)
Poems of love lost and attempted suicide
(I do have a problem with that)

My remedy

Turn of everything
TV, computer, tablet, phone
Then with just pencil and notepad
Take yourself off and find a quiet place
I have three such places
My garden but there I always want to do something
My little spot down by the river
But best of all my tree in the forest
Where me and Mollie dog can be alone.
Find yourself such a place
And close your mind to all the stress and troubles
In your life
Sit there for a few hours and write, tell us your thoughts
Written in such a place where harmony rules
You're all talented writers on this site
Set your talent free

Tunisia and another 28 bloodstained bodies

I've been there in the killing fields
Of the random bullet and the bomb
Seen the mothers grenade torn flesh
And tried to stem the flow of the blood
Of the innocent

I did my share of causing
Children to weep at night
Of mothers mourning now dead sons
Who felt the final bite

I could shed the tears for this ****** pointless day
But the tears are long since gone, tears no longer flow

All in the name of a cause
How many more have to die?

Terrorist attack on tourist hotels in Tunisia this morning
So far 19 confirmed dead, where will it end
Worrying times indeed because my daughter and her boyfriend are there
They are safe but I'm still worried