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We'Re Under the Same Sky

Heavy, bloated
bleak and blue
I tread the sands 
laid under you

With swollen feet
cumbersome bags
juggling everything
I've ever had
My mouth all splinters  
 a broken smile
to breathe hurts and
tastes of bile
I've walked for days with
only hope, to go that extra mile.
WAR
FEAR
GENOCIDE
HATE and GREED
YOU took the LIVES of everyone
I'd ever come to love
As if you hadn't done enough
You stole 
My Mum and Dad and the
baby brother I never had
my friends and family
one by one
all lined up
to face a gun
The need to survive
caused me to flee
As each were shot dead
for all to see
Blood red soil
on tainted land
oppressed and crushed
under hatreds hand
Whilst visions and dreams
sear through my mind
I scrabbled and scurried
for somewhere to hide

Heavy, bloated
bleak and blue
I tread the sands
laid under you

Blistered tongue
clumsy feet
I pray the Lord 
my soul to keep
empty and broken
I dare't look behind at the
Scattered bodies
the stench of flesh
still fresh in my mind

The sun melts me down
my legs, barely hold me
and with weakened hands
I hold out my fee
I give all that I have, all that I own
For a ray of hope across the sea
that beckons and calls
for a chance to be free

Heavy, bloated
bleak and blue
I cross the seas
laid under you

I was one of the few
who made it across
to the ravenous sea
more lives were lost 
and as I approached the shore
All I could see
were thousands of others
who were just like me
For sanctuary
we'd lost our lives and 
now our identity
for now I'm number 
Four thousand and three
My names no longer Amira
but 
Refugee

Heavy, bloated
bleak and blue
I pray and wait
laid under you

All under the same sky.....
All under the same sky...........

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The News At Ten

In London
A young woman
walks the streets
Laddered tights
Swollen feet.
Sells her body
So her kids can eat.
Is  She the one to Blame?

In Gambia
A man so poor
Addicts  his children
To Heroine
To keep their bellies
Full within.
He works all day and night
How are they meant to live.
When all he earns
Is all he gives.
Is he the one to Blame?

In Glasgow
An underground society
A depth of drugs
So high their free
A family bond
A unity
The streets alive with poverty.
Yet people see what they want to see.
Are they the ones to Blame.

In India
How can it be?
that a country where
beliefs are strong.
Through religious eyes they
could see.
How cruel their flesh and blood could be.
When 3 girls aged 3-8
Awaited such an awful fate.
Were tortured, raped and murdered.
Then thrown into a well.
How could that man, then pray to God
To save his soul from Hell.
Was he to Blame?

In Pakistan
Many marry very young
To a person they don't know
For love will come
Throughout the years
Each seed you plant will grow.
Yet some are beaten everyday
Raped in their own beds.
For her husband held all the power
In the hands she'd come to dread.
To live a life just like a slave
Is that not hell on earth?
To have a body without a soul
Never knowing what it's worth.
She was Modest and good
She worshiped Allah each day.
But her culture stole her religion away.
Was she the one to Blame?

In America
A Mother hates her child so
As depressions eats away her soul
She couldn't stay to hear  
him cry.
She drank so much
The years flew by
Her child un loved
yearned for his Mum.
Her hatred like vomit
Churned with the Rum.
No one knew or realised
how much the child had the eyes
of her rapist
Who stole her pride.
Two lives that led to suicide.
Was she to Blame?

Us
We live
Despite our contradictions
Selfish morals
Our self inflictions
If kindness
Made you rich or poor.
Would we feel such pain
Would there be a war.
It doesn't matter where you live
Flag or countries name.
Open up your eyes 
All poverties the same.
Did we not create this world
Are we not all to Blame?

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Society's Ghosts

The night is cold with all but the stars, to judge and criticize.
My newspaper body cloaked in ink shadows.
My invisible disguise; to all the passersby.
My odour, freshened by the night air, as my shoes with poor tongues, shy into a ball.
I shrink into dust, until I'm nothing at all.
I wake to the birds pecking hungrily at my skin, ripping shreds of salt and vinegar paper  salvaged from the bin. I shake off the night and empty my pockets of beheaded wrappers and change. The taste of copper staining my hand.
£1 for 4 cans of value larger, I cradle the first can.
It's cheaper than a loaf of bread, so who's the one to blame?
As you screw up your face and regard me with distain. I sink into my oblivious calm.
Watching the hustle and bustle of this parallel world.
My presence extinct, my voice seldom heard.  A Ghost, a whisper in the wind. The wind may of turned your head to glance at me once, but you had Places to go, People to see.
If in kindness you'd offered an ear or reached out a hand.
The ghost I'd become, would of stood like a man.
I used to be you. Money and plans. A family, health care an insurance plan. Always someone to meet, or somewhere to go.
So next time you pass by, on your way to work. Juggling a coffee, pen on your shirt.
An oversized watch that ticks like a bomb.
Headphones blasting your favourite song.
Just take a moment to STOP and SEE.
What IF I Were YOU ?  and  YOU were ME?

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Some Girl

She's 16 years old and
the life within
Swells her body
that once was thin.
It aches and throbs and
strains her back
It yearns for weed and
pines for crack
Her sunken eyes
inside her head
Had led her to a strangers bed.
She had the baby
born and bred
He thirsts for milk but
must be fed
2ml of crack a day.
How could she throw her life away?

She's 14 years old
her hair in curls
Her cheeks are flushed
A pretty girl
Her parents
Wore her like a prize and
thought that money
made them wise.
Her wardrobe spills with
glorious dresses.
The house for show
all that impresses.
Soon
Possessions replaced 
Their presence.
In its place a heap of presents.
She had the world
all she desired but
felt abandoned and pulled away
Her new found friends
all led astray.
From friends to family
A bond so tight.
It made rights wrong and
wrongs seem right.
No one knows
When, why or how.
She became that girl
Two years from now.

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Love

A puerile couple
married young.
Inseparable
Two hearts as one.
Survived their struggles
throughout the wars and
found in each other, no want for more.
They had many children.
Each knowing
right from wrong.
They were rich in love and
happiness.
A bond that made them strong.
They still danced
in one another's eyes.
To the silent flutter of butterflies,
But experience had made them wise and
when they glanced upon their hands and
saw their hands like wrinkled maps.
Each others palms
filled in the gaps.
They'd grown so old yet
felt so young.
Both born alone but
died as one.
At the funeral
No ashes to ashes
Instead they read
Their wedding vows till
Even death can't do us part.
For Heaven
Was always a place in
their hearts.