Distraction Policies
What are the politicians up to?
Did you see those tiny boats?
I'd never board one.
Silly people
Trusting in a dinghy.
Rights, they are taking our rights!
All they want are our benefits,
Coming for our jobs,
Tearing our nation down.
I don't know what politicians are doing.
Now I'm distracted by social racism.
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Ruth Stewart
I'm a grandmother of four amazing grandchildren and a mum of three fabulous children. I write poetry mainly, also prose and the odd story. I live in Scotland, UK. For a secret link to watch me read my favourite poems click right here!
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Autumn House
Orange leaves gently swayed in a light breeze as twelve-year-old Chris Weaver walked down the dirt road. He kicked up dust as he mosied. The house at the end of the dirt road was red. It had a quaint porch, being swept by Granny Bloche. She wore simple attire: blue jeans and an ankle-length skirt. The orange sun was starting to set as Chris stepped onto the porch. ‘’Where am I?’’ Chris asked.
By DJ Robbins4 days ago in Fiction
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This is sadly, so true. Another pointed and thought-provoking poem. Great challenge entry, hon!