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Not going out. A poem for peace. / 27 November 2015

Soldiers lined up

Spot the butterfly. Digital image.

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I used to campaign against war and in favour of peace. It seemed important and I felt useful.

 I feel too tired and achy to protest now. Or is it that it doesn't seem to be worth the effort?

I don't know. I really don't.

So, I wrote this rough and ready poem to go with this picture .Then I posted them to this blog and thought, now what?


troops are on the loose
sniffer dogs follow leads
so their noses know
where I live
they'll be along
soon telling me
what I'm thinking
what I'm saying
what I'm writing
what I'm doing
I'll invite them in
offer tea and a scone
and a bone for the hound
play them a song
of freedom and love
when the dog attacks
the cat fights bravely back
as the uniformed folk
laugh in my face
push guns in my back
tie my tongue
sting my eyes
smash my world
hands on
my name is on their list
of old age activists
to be quietly retired
once and for all