Easter prayers

Easter prayers.

What can I do about the burning children?
From this distance?
Not a lot.
Although…
although if I think hard enough and send my thoughts skyward
using at the same time the power of clasped hands and knees on cold slabs
Perhaps this time I’ll get a reaction and the help we need
To heal the wound and stop the bleed?
After all, this is about the kids, and they are innocent aren’t they.

So.
Back to business.
Hands together.
Eyes closed.
Mouth absolutely shut.

I’ll furrow my brow and concentrate.
Ignoring the fact that it might be too late.
And the burning children have met their fate.
Stay focused…stay focused not the King or Kate.
This is for the Children butchered by a criminal state.

(Deep breath).

Wait.
Is that?
No… it can’t be…
a dialling tone?
Means no-one’s at home.
And we are alone.
To clear up our own fucking mess.

vent your spleen


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Author: IanF

Ian is a Stratfordian and quite angry about all sorts of things, Local, National and in fact, everything World-Wide. For the sake of his mental health he has chosen to Vent his Spleen in a blog. He advises YOU dear reader to do the same.

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