lost myself clutching a view
that hung from different walls
i was born,
and remained so small

this is not a war on terror
just a terrible war
and to be honest,
it is not even a war

but,
where,
does it leave –
the people –
who are not considered –
to be english?

Borders close the borders the shout goes up but is this reality? is it the only way to protect family? … More

shape of dreams
so readily spun
darkness captures my evening

we have forgotten those that fell
hewn down,
in battlefields and streets of hell