Poem -

and... SIGH...

He woke up exhausted
so tired 
So tired

beaten + battered
And broken

he sighed

rubbed red rimmed eyes 
which had cried in the night
Not for himself but
For those whose sad plight

will make the headlines

shortly...

M ~

 

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Neville

tis always tragedies
and bodies
on slabs that sells
newspapers ..
tis never true tales
of our hero's
nor saints .. which
just goes to
show by and large,
we get what
we deserve nowadays .. 

Remember you saw it first on Marion's page folks 

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Marion

How right you are... I always stop watching the news... untill I watch it again!! Not a hero in sight. Thankyou my friend X

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Bernadete van d...

So true, great write, Marion. 
...not for himself but for those whose sad plight. "He'' is very courageous. B 
 
 

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Nine Eleven

Death sells, we crave it

Great piece Marion, as always x
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Marion

Thanks so much NE... hugs x

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N.J. Tomcatx

Powerfully written and concise. Excellent write.

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Marion

Hello... Nice to see you back... thanks so much NJ x

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Being Me

I feel the pain in this. I mean REALLY feel it. Your writing is really, really special. You really know how to capti ate your reader.

Hugs xx

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Jac Tales

'The Silent Night - The Holy Night.' Lovely Poetry. 🖤 

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