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Wednesday, 1 January 2014



New Year


A Sonnet for 2014 

New hour, new day, New Year.
Dawning to the howl of wind.
Waking to the wails and tales
Of the newly dispossessed.
Arriving where religion rules,
Where fundamental fools
Decorate strange streets
With victim’s severed limbs.
Flicking switches to extinguish
Lives much worthier than theirs.
So, welcome to the coming year
Where fear will stifle truth
And youthful eyes, still full of ‘whys’
Continue to cry tears of blood.

© James Rainsford 2014





Note to readers: A very sombre poem to mark the New Year, but I couldn't help reflecting that amid all the celebratory fireworks the world was also witness to other types of pyrotechnics.  Please click on the comments tab below if you'd like to express a view.

I do wish peace and a truly happy and prosperous New Year to all who visit here.

4 comments:

  1. I thought provoking lead in to 2014 - let's hope for better things...

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    1. Thank you Jinsky, and I share your hope.

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  2. it is sombre but until we decide that it needs to be different nothing is going to change...and no one is going to do it for us....hope, yes, but we need action along with it....

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  3. Very somber, but a good reminder that we should be ever vigilant.

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