Saturday, August 4, 2012


Dear Readers 

Probably not a good poem but I felt I had to write something.  

It's so sad the world is more interested in the Olympics than the plight of innocents in Syria who only want their lives and to live freely under a government which they elected themselves.


            London Calls 

Years of training
Tears. Grief
The defeated vanished
From the chosen
Planes boarded
Laughter. Farewells
The world glued to radios
Television, mobile phones, e-pads. 

From Aleppo
Lost in hurrahs for gold
Cries of people
Save our children, our babies
Our lives. 

Anthems resound around the world
Flags raised. Medals brandished
Drowning sounds of tanks and gunships
From Aleppo.

Download Crossroads at Isca from 
Two British girls meet two young Roman tribunes and their lives are changed forever.

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