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 Oct 2015 Sana
Arfah Afaqi Zia
A life they see,
Through their eyes,
Butterflies they see,
Fly in peace,

Their own lives not at peace,
Branded with whips,
Cut with knives,
Treated worse than animals,

Food so cold,
So raw,
Tasteless and sickening,
Have you ever dreamt of such a life?

Think about the other million,
Those who donot survive,
No food, no shelter, just pain,
Pray for the lot and bring about a change.
 Oct 2015 Sana
RW Dennen
Wood
 Oct 2015 Sana
RW Dennen
There was once a carpenter's son;
he died by his stepfather's profession
about an item made of wood

He died by his stepfather's profession
carrying wood upon his back

He died by his stepfather's profession
with wood touching him
He died by his stepfather's profession
by wood with nails in skin...
Ironically this man of love and peace
who preached peace and
love knew about wood
by his earthly father;
died on wood...
 Oct 2015 Sana
Marshal Gebbie
While reading an article last night about fathers and sons, memories came flooding back to

the time I took me son out for his first pint.

Off we went to our local pub only two blocks from the cottage.

I got him a Guinness.  He didn't like it, so I drank it.

Then I got him a Kilkenny's, he didn't like that either, so I drank it.

Finally, I thought he might like some Harp Lager?   He didn't.   I drank it.

I thought maybe he'd like whiskey better than beer so we tried a Jameson's, nope!

In desperation, I had him try that rare Redbreast,Ireland's finest.   He wouldn't even smell it.

What could I do but drink it!

By the time I realized he just didn't like to drink, I was so feckin ****-faced I could hardly

push his pram back Home.
Good to laugh out loud at my delightful Irish roots.
M.
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