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Shackles

Shackles

There are many kinds of cuffs and shackles used across this world,
Used on those whose wings have not had time to be unfurled,
Their wings are ripped and shackles clipped before they can say a word,
And later when they scream, it’s quiet and empty and unheard,
For no-one knows the scream of old, the sound of a broken slave,
As ignorance is bliss, and ignorance is all that they will crave,
But ignoring such injustice has a price for those in pain,
A fee in blood and sweat and tears which slowly begin to drain.

I know of what I speak for I was caught, fighting in his net,
And hope would drain away when I saw all those who abet,
But I am one of the lucky ones, to survive that brutal test,
But what of all the others, the others downtrodden and oppressed,
Will you leave them there, in the dark, alone with him just sitting there?
The others who fell afoul of his rudimentary snare.

Children with their wide eyes, bright with tears for want of love,
An emotion that their captors are so utterly void of,
Women with their hands tied tight and bleeding at their back,
Whose future is, in all the ways, a darkening pitch black,
Faced with challenges, few wins and many shattering defeats,
Many will hide, alone and afraid, beneath the dirty sheets.

For no-one comes to save them from the nightmare of their life,
From the pain of broken bones, a broken heart so full of strife,
You can rub your eyes and turn away; pretend that they aren’t there,
But ask yourself, would you, could you really dare?
You know they’re there, eyes lifeless, empty-dying without hope,
Ignore it, pretend it isn’t there and it’s a very slippery slope.

You see the shackles that bind their hands, their heart and mind,
It’s up to you to help the fences down, the wire to unwind,
For you hold in the palm of your hand, their life, their heart, their very soul,
You can play the hero, its open for you, to you that so giant role,
There are many kinds of cuffs and shackles used across this world,
Used on those whose wings have not had time to be unfurled,
Break them and let the wings unfurl, take flight and live once more,
Fight them long and hard, a lion, let them hear you roar!

Written with stopthetraffik.org in mind

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Bloodthirsty Poppies

Bloodthirsty Poppies

I stand alone and face the world,
Rage in my heart far unfurled,
Ghostly poppies dream their chance,
To pull the blood into their trance,
Scarlet heads mark bloody fields,
The sword against the poppy yields,
For every flower marks a life,
Someone’ child dead through strife,
Soldier’s soul sustains the petal,
Pretty head far worse than nettle,
Blood released upon the ground,
Red heads sway towards the sound,
Poppies are the ones so flirty,
Poppies are the most bloodthirsty.


Remembrance Day

In honour of Remembrance Dya, over the next few days I’ll post poems that a relevant to the subject. The first one follows.

You and I

Straight, tall soldiers developed hunches,
Lost all sight of old war grudges,
Why point the finger, appoint the blame,
You and I, I and You, we are the same, we are the same.

I have the rifle but do I shoot?
Do I play God and follow suit?
What part does God play in our war?
You and I, I and you, there are more, there are more.

A hell of sounds; sounds from Hell,
The noise of bullets covering the bell,
The bell of souls shall sound for he,
You and I, I and You, the bell of sounds will come for thee.

Blood flowed and mixed with all the mud,
To great deep holes the bodies lugged,
Soldier and death: who loses the duel?
You and I, I and You, time is cruel, time is cruel.


Heartbreaker

Heartbreaker

I watched you walk away, my love, but still you took a part of me,

You broke my heart and stole a piece, breaking it forever you see,

For the missing piece inside myself, I just cannot live without it,

For it leaves me open and vulnerable to any lucky hit,

I don’t think you understand, my love, the height of my desperation,

I prepared to do a lot of things, it’s worth the perspiration,

You see, I’m tired of feeling out-of-sorts, without my better half,

Unable to smile and cry with heart, what’s life without a laugh?

I will chase you down across the world and find you, don’t forget,

I’m sick of being overwhelmed with saddness and regret,

The pain so it often brought me down upon my knees,

But opening my heart to you was giving a robber the ring of keys,

I refuse to let you hurt me or twice it is my shame,

But let me tell you now, for this pain it’s you I blame,

For I was just an innocent, a novice to this love,

But you, you took my feet from ground to sit on clouds above,

Let me tell you now, from that height it’s hard to fall,

For even though you left me, I still love you with my all,

But I know that you don’t love me, so I don’t expect a thing,

Except of course for the love and pain combined you always bring,

Instead I’ll say I’ve fallen, and arrive out of the blue,

And you can watch as I for once, steal a single part of you.


Poppies

This was inspired by the scenes of red poppies covering the battlefields and the graves of many soldiers.

Poppies

Red as blood, as black as coal,
Unsure as a newborn foal,
Pretty heads face from the ground,
Wars ago, you’d hear the sound,
Soldier’s marching to their fate,
Poppies marking Heaven’s gate,
Red as blood, as black as coal,
A poppy for a soldier’s soul.

Red as blood, as black as coal,
A thirst for blood beyond control,
Red flowers on the tainted dirt,
Buried beneath: a bloodied shirt,
The wind that makes the poppies dance,
Can’t stop the soldier’s brave advance,
Red as blood, as black as coal,
A poppy for a soldier’s soul.

The basic idea for this poem was based on the idea that for every poppy we see, it symbolises the loss of one soldier. Therefore showing poppies in a different light.


A Bullet for my Valentine

A Bullet for my Valentine

Turn around and face me coward,
Don’t try to fight, you’re overpowered,
Look me in the face and say it,
I want to hear it, every bit,
Move your lips and form the word,
That great, red line is now blurred,
Good and evil, just and un-,
I can’t stop now that I’ve begun,
You call me crazy but I am not,
But now a twist in a twisted plot,
There on the side is your loaded gun,
You stupid thing, you should have run,
You’re all tied up, it’s self-defence,
Come on now, why so tense?
You meant to kill me, I saw it there,
Your wild eyes, a predator’s glare,
It’s me or you and now I’ve chosen,
For it’s you not me, standing frozen,
One of us, one has to go,
I’ll be the one to deliver the blow,
I loved you once but now it’s left,
And you I hold for the beastly theft,
A hollow bullet for my ruthless love,
A love your heart isn’t capable of.

This was inspired when a friend of mine refused to stop championing the song with the same name.

You have to imagine someone who was tricked in the worst way. Had their heart broken and then jumped up and down on. Imagine someone who can’t put themselves back together and thinks that removing the person who hurt them will bring them back themselves.

Then you understand the female persona.


Shame

This was inspired by stories of children who have been abused and those who try to pull them out. However, sometimes the abused can’t imagine a different life and the white knights can sometimes get a little frustrated.

Shame

You are the one, who just hides away,
The one who cannot seize the day,
You are the one, who cowers in dark,
One who always misses the mark,
You are the one, who just never speaks,
Sad, like a child who never peeks,
You are the one so afraid all the time,
Held behind, accused of the crime,
You are the one who smells of the musk,
Just ask, why do you hide, dawn until dusk?


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