Friday, June 15, 2018

Ch (12) September Breeze

Hello my friends im back again
with an old missive along the way
I am the same today, only
with a little bit more to say.
I am neither sad nor complaining,
but I have to keep on trying.
To face the days.

No more thought of whining
or tedious dismay..
My many friends now firm behind me every step of the way.

I would love to share the story of many here far worse off than me.
And to let you all know right now
just how much you have helped
me to see.
And how to better face the days

So many here have fallen foul of a world where wars and greed hold sway.Where millions of impoverished children and migrants, raped and tortured as the silent world looks on in impotent dismay.

Much I've learnt  and written down is saved for all to see.
My life, my efforts, my many sins declared, aknowledged
My battered heart now mercifully freed.

The years have taken their toll of health, family and fun and extracted all their needs.
After Ive seen the bent of truths
and laws and justice.
Banks and global ethics.. hippocrisy...national debt and bribery..
No more trust

Shattered efforts at Human rights.. political correctness..
Democracy and its sickness and corruption...
all said and done.
Nobody is perfect, and blaming others is easier and sadly seems more fun.

Read through these records please...
as critically as you choose..
and see that there are many like me, who have tripped over some tiny ruse.

I'm one of many thousands of voiceless prisoners so abused
and a lot far worse off than me, so cruelly roughshod accused.

Today I write this for all for them, 
and for whom there will be no reprieve.
I myself am tired now and will be  taking a bit of leave.
Perhaps September though?
soon to feel the breeze..?

My illegal fone is dying and I've said all I really need.
I'd guess you've heard this all before,
but it's my constant hope that many will take heed.

I've been so drained and weakened by this long and sad adventure through thick and thin,
but I have gained much relief by sharing in this fight..
Cascades of care and support and loving encouragement my heart is now bright.
I am so grateful as my clarinet sings, but never to forget those trapped indefinitely in these dark wings.

But now my efforts are for those with me .. who will never say a thing...
The great ogre of global justice has his way unhearing..

I am compelled to persevere with  exposing their silent plight,
For them their torment has no hope of reprieve,
or imminent end in sight...

So we see how busy the world is,
with its own injustices and delinquent human rights. .
The mechanisms are all so complex like good sense lost in a thick fog at night. 
A blend of greed and politics that obscures what should be right.

I am not running away ..

No more futile flight.

Now to face the day

September breeze
We will see