Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

counting the stars

They told me the job was easy, the told me my days would be free. But the fact that it would take me aeons to complete was the fact they kept from me.

They asked if I was serious , they enquired that I was trustworthy , hard working and able to work alone. They forgot to tell me my eyes would be boggled every morning when I got home.

They gave me a computer a pad and pen oh! and they threw in broadband but after that I did not hear from them again!

Their medical division offered me some dark glasses but I think that was a joke. The scientific section got me a telescope I was all excited with this job so I was full of hope.

They showed me my work station it was in a field they bought me in a ergonomic chair across the grass it wheeled. I was allowed two tea breaks and a 30minute lunch but definitely no coffee at my desk and they threw in some coloured bands so I could keep my pens all in a bunch.

They gave me an umbrella in case there should be rain and a little woolly hat just to protect my brain. So now I was ready excited and inspired I was determined to make them glad that it was me they hired.

Now I hear your brain ticking I know what you want to know what is it that my job is and why does it please me so. I have to count the stars all of them up in the skies I shall be busy every night with stars before my eyes!

Ring a Ring a Roses

ring a ring a roses

Ring a ring a roses a pocket full of posies tisshu, tisshu we all fall down. Where are the grown ups where are they today? Away shooting each other leaving the little ones to play.

Where is your Mummy, where is your Dad? They are not here, and that makes us feel sad.

Why do you crouch down like that, near the floor. Dodging the bullets and rockets when we hear them roar.

Is this shocking is this wrong surely this is something we should not allow to go on. We speak from the warmth and safety of our home but ducking and hiding from war is all these children have known.

ring a ring a roses

Ring a ring a roses a pocket full of posies tisshu, tisshu we all fall down.Where are all the grown ups where are they today. Mummy is at work and Daddy is at war, far far away.

Why are you so wet has it rained today, we have been playing with the hose pipe. Have you water spare to play, there are children dying of thirst in the  world today.

Is this shocking is this wrong, surely this is something we should not allow to go on. Are these children happy what will they say when they get home will Mummy still be happy will Daddy still be away.

Ring a ring a roses and pocket full of posies tisshu, tisshu we all fall down.Where are all the grown ups where are they today.Sadly they are all connected fighting wars today.

Death by Aid

I just read an amazing post on Friskie Bunnie’s blog

Do go to the page  and read it it is very good.


It reminded me of one I wrote earlier , so I am re posting it .

Tiny little fingers in the dust, huge eyes so sad begging for your crust. You are so hungry you need it for you but this is your child, who you can’t deny, true?

Hunger gnawing at your bones like cancer spreading fast. You worry if you’ll be strong enough to find water, as what you have just will not last.

No one is going to help you, your sons and daughters gone for soldiers.These two left will escape that fate as they will not grow much older. Your milk dried up, your belly empty. It hurts so much to walk but walk you must, you can’t stop. The baby at your breast has long since ceased  crying. This sweet young child clinging to your skirt is dying.

the child at your hem.

Where is the help  that was promised where is the aid that you need. You have walked days now with no hope of helping your children not even to feed. The baby needs medicine the western doctors dispense  you have to flee from your home just were is the sense.

War at your left side famine at your right , politicians and corrupt leaders uncaring of your plight. Had you stayed they would of killed you or worse …OH! my poor children your birth is your curse.

Standing at the top of the hill you can see a straggling encampment a red cross flag flying still. You put down the baby his soul already flown to your husbands arms now, at least not alone. You need to rest  but your aim is in reach . You lay in the dust next to your babes, close your eyes  just ignore the flies.

Tiny little fingers in the dust , huge eyes so sad finally closed. Where is  the help that was promised where is the aid.War on your left side famine at your right they no longer threaten you Death has arrive to erase your plight.

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