When the ego of men
Time and again
Take hold of their actions
And souls
There’s no place to hide
And little respite
When the outcome of evil
Unfolds
But history writes
With indelible ink
And time will wait long
In the wings
For justice to rise
With judgemental eyes
To hold you to you
And your deeds
And thus to these men
We scream it again
Take ego and bury
It deep
Let dialogue, empathy
Understanding and such
Guide you.
Or sow
What you reaped
30th March 2022
The calming, steady hand of sobriety For days and weeks and months Holds and comforts Soothes and cools Dilutes the cruel Guiding the hours And steering the minutes Sheltering from showers And looming
The bronzen dale lay bathed Lit gold by the late-day sun Wonderfully, Gloriously swathed While the light warns of night-time to come The fading bracken paints Vivaciousness stained on the hill While l
His broken heart won’t mend But he’s laying down foundations To simply walk again With lowered expectations One foot before the next Is what he aims to do Its nowt that can’t be mended With a metric l