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Marilina Apr 2022
That’s a low bar to be honest.
But the best you can hope for in times of war
When peaceful sleep has become a luxury.
I’m physically fine.
Esther Pollak Mar 2019
the starry nights let me remember
the shooting stars make me think
the bright moons do not let me forget
the flying fireflies want me to ignore
I cannot help but remember

I wish to have dreams
but wake up to nightmares
the darkness sends a shiver up my neck
the eerieness is like a demon lurking, waiting to invade
the quiet curtains of night scare me
the chirping crickets remind me

the sun has started to rise
but the light does not affect my eyes
because I have seen too much
I will not forget
This poem reflects a post serving soldier who is still affected by her/his past experiences.
Peter Kiggin Jul 2016
Stand up

No commiseration across a world of abundant desperation
Or did I forget to mention what's going on in your available accommodation
No freedom just isolation and genocide for a nation
Acceleration of a political monopolisation
No say for you any more because you are an older generation
I used to think that listening to the elderly was a natural civilisation
All we do is make the same mistakes for the cost of another open eyed definition
So strap those guns real tight because there ain't no way the people are going to stand beside fascists,terrorists or a communist organisation.
Awakening

— The End —