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The 104: Women Rising!

3 years ago

Imagine this.  Decades of death, hundreds of thousands killed.  Men raiding, burning, killing, committing mind-numbing atrocities against their neighbours, retaliation following upon …


Remembering Day 2015: A Reprise

4 years ago

First written in 2013. Today, once again, memories of my father, thanksgiving for the poetry of Wilfred Owen, thoughts of South Sudanese …


Remembering Day 2014: A Reprise

5 years ago

DULCE ET DECORUM EST

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, 
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, 
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs 
And towards our distant rest began to trudge. 
           Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots 
           But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;  
           Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots  
         Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
                           Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, 
                           Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; 
                           But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
                    
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime . . . 


Bibi’s Terrorists

7 years ago

Dear Bibi and your Canadian buddy, Steve:

We’ve just marked a day here that was originally meant to be all about remembering so we won’t forget how bloody, uselessly, senselessly awful war is and that we shouldn’t do it again. Now it’s all we do, all we care about. We R War.

We beggar our social programmes because we want the toys of the big boys, stealth bombers and big honkin’ ships; we want to be ‘muscular’, we want to ‘punch about our weight’! We wanna be in the big leagues, eh. We write messages on missiles destined for some unseen enemy out there.


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