Winter morning

Grim and brooding and cold,

gnarled fingers raised 

to the heavens

stencilled painstakingly 

Every dark little twiglet

White on black

The proverbial silver lining?

Or perhaps the love child of

a wayward zebra

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They burn with the fierce determination
Of those hell-bent on hell-fire termination

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Hunger gnaws on dark little feet
Juicy morsels of innocent meat
Tenderised in tenderness lite

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Hate flows magnificently
How useful this human(s)kill
This life-hack to hack those down
Who we do not like

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Birds fall out of the sky
Taking with them promises
Baptised unceremoniously
In the unfathomable depths of
This ever-shrinking world

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We judge in reckless abandon
All those we love ...
to hate
Secure in our inherent insecurity

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In the midst of all this selfishness
All this brand-new technology that pales
Before age-old human stupidity
You still shine – gentle and true
Now and forever more

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