Exploring Resilience via Lifes Burning Issues

Category: Passion (Page 2 of 7)

The ABC’s of terror entitlement

terrorism

Alert,
But, not overly
Concerned by the
Designed to induce distress
Evangelism of a
Fear mongering
Government who,
Hope to
Influence
Juvenile voter sentiment with
Knowledge that fear and terror
Leverage base instincts, while praying
Main stream media make,
No news reporting or notice of their
Oppressive, overbearing, anti-social
Policies and that no-one
Questions, queries or
Resists
Surrendering freedoms or privacy to allegedly prevent
Terrorism. Or …….,
Union organisation, or the work of groups who
Value the lives of the disadvantaged, disabled or
Workers or refugees over the
Xenophobic
Yearning for more power and/or profit of the elites who would rather you
Zone out, be silent, compliant and subsidise their sense of entitlement.

copyright Mick Morris 2014

Having put these thoughts into poetry… I should make it clear that I fully appreciate that there are people with the means, motive and method who would do harm to us and are plotting ways to do so. I also appreciate that there is excellent work being done by our intelligence, law enforcement and emergency services to prevent, prepare for and respond to any incidents. I simply despise the process being made a political plaything.

Missing my little man

 

IMG_6972-1.JPGMissing my little man.

Just a clock and the ticking of my brain,
slowly passing time, thoughts falling like cascading rain.
My cheeks covered with salty stains,
of tears, that wash away the pain
of your absence, yet still you remain.

In my dreams and in my thoughts,
I vividly recall all the things you fought,
The joy, the happiness that you brought,
The lessons that your struggles taught.

I relive the moments between your breaths,
They were a fathers’ hardest test,
Even though I knew you could not stay,
That it was to be your final day.

One final rise of your small chest,
And it was all over, you and your heart at rest,
as I held your hand and stroked your hair,
accepting you were no longer there.

The days, one by one they pass,
The months, they seem so fast.
But not a moment can go past
Without you carried forever in my heart

Day or night, no matter where I am,
one thing is certain, I’m missing my little man.

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