And when the children cried
the world silenced their
tears in the bitter kisses
of politics, embraced their
fear in the suffocating
Grasp of greed, nourished
their empty bellies
on yesteryear fears.
And when the children
cried the enemy soothed
their tears with the groomed
thoughts of revenge,
lined their innocence
with the intrinsic webbings
of hate, they took away
dolls and gave back guns.
We took away hope
and gave them darkness.
They sculpted the
darkness into worth
Worth that we had squashed
in the grand parliament
of riches
When the children cried
we wiped their tears
with disdain, branded
them so the enemy
could learn their names.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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chaos

Breathe in.
Deep.
Deeper.
Take the mornings
fragrance
into your soul.
Own it.
Know it.
It is the scent
of shame.
Never
forget it.

God, God’s
Deities, cosmos,
Angels, Gaia,
Science, Atoms
Spirits, nothing.

Breathe in.
Deep.
Deeper.
Feel the moist air.
Celestial tears
for the fallen.
Own it.
Know it.
It is the tears
of shame,
never
forget it.

God. God’s.
Deities. Cosmos.
Angels. Gaia.
Science. Atoms.
Spirits. . .
Nothing.

Breathe in.
Deep.
Deeper.
Listen. Listen
to your inner guide.
Hear the universe
as she speaks.
Karma has a voice.
The angels speak
in whispers.
God talks through
pray.
The earth screams
through leaves.

Our fallen,
angel wings
leave a trail of
shadows to
heaven’s gate.

God. God’s.
Deities. Cosmos.
Angels. Gaia.
Science. Atoms.
Spirits. . .
Nothing. . .
Stand guard.
Delivering.
Returning evil.
Waiting at the
gates of hell.

There is no glory
In blood
stained hands,
even Satan,
refuses to open
his gates.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017

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Apologise.

Apologise? You want for me

to go down on bent knee

and apologise for what I believe?

You think that my ‘soft bleeding

heart.’ is the problem to this crisis

helping others increases economic prices?

Let me know how it looks up there

on your high fucking horse chair.

Go get your papers and feed your fucking mind

but careful, don’t ever question what you find.

Here, sheepy sheepy, come follow me

i’ll show you only, what I want you to see.

But of course it’s truth I have photo’s as well

and a clever little caption that really sells.

Go stereotype yourself along with the other clones

sit in your houses and do nothing but moan.

My opinion doesn’t count and neither does yours

we don’t get to choose when we fight in these wars.

I know i’m a minority, and I stand mostly alone

but at least I don’t believe, i’m worthy of a throne.

Apologise? For what? That I  believe that hate

breeds hate. I’m not willing to sell my humanity at the gate.

I discredited your words and gave you some facts

sent a storm right in to the middle of your pack.

I questioned your photo’s and laughed at the meme’s

yet still you scream, really you can’t see!

I don’t want to see what it is you believe

when constantly you say look please and see

and I wonder who it is that your debating alongside

the name callers I think must all run and hide.

Apologise? Never. My belief is my humanity.