Am I the only one feeling distressed about the amount of hate floating around? I see it in my father’s mutterings and my mother’s downturned mouth, in silly status updates and facebook groups. Uck. I can’t analyse, I can’t articulate. But I can write a limerick.


It’s business as usual for the fanatics.
this really is the jihadi’s very fix
Hate’s like busy little tics;
that swarms inside and pick
at those who gladly mimic
others ideas; So happy to fall for those tricks
So easy to make the mind sick
enough to believe life’s a black-n-white flick
Oh! But life’s really by grey licked.



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