Oh for the Wisdom of Solomon
I hear my brothers and sisters in Iraq, I feel for their pain and I ask that Lord Mohamed and My Lady Fatima please lend their wisdom. I am reminded of my time in the Middle East and I remember so well the beauty and wisdom and the unfailing kindness I was shown and I know families who live happily alongside brothers and sisters in Saudia as neighbours living happily together.
My heart breaks again as I hear of my Brother and sisters, the Elephants again to be murdered, why? Why? The Mothers already stolen, great tradition and love almost lost. A Sanctuary promised and again betrayal, again and again.
The police, again, evicting children, in Kennington, lives destroyed FOR WHAT? Tomorrow the battle goes on Babylon obscenity continues and I’m so fucking sick of it.
I hear of plots of Murder between Blair and Bush, cold-blooded murder, what were they thinking? Never mind surreal I feel positively fucking primeval;
Why in a democracy is Tony Blair the only one allowed to speak? We all have a voice in a democracy, yet every time I speak some one tells me to be quiet, how quietly do I need to speak before they will listen?