Park Bench Tales and other writings

Thoughts and writings reflecting the poet within and the activist

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River of Tears

River of tears

Born of a deity they grew up on the island together

Sharing a childhood playing with each other in the dirt

As she grew her beauty shone like a golden treasure

Until she felt something within as she tried to flirt

As they grew older her feelings grew stronger

How could he pretend he was not aware

As the years were to pass her love grew fonder

She knew this was wrong but she did not care

She struggled in her mind to contain the emotion

Her feelings strengthening and far transcending lust

The more time she was with him the greater her devotion

So often she would feel the swelling in her bust

As sister and brother there was so much that they shared

But that which she wanted most was forbidden

Her mind was tormented by a secret that could not be bared

How much longer could her feelings remain hidden

Her hand trembled with the pen as she wrote

To proclaim her love and to offer herself to him

For such love there seemed to be no antidote

He feared for what he believed was called sin

With friends he fled the island for another land

To found a city where he might dwell in peace

She stood watching the waves break upon the sand

Priests declared her to be obsessed by a beast

Her love still raged strong as she followed his trail

Only to find that her love was still spurned

Her sadness could not be hidden by a veil

Grief would not quench the love that still burned

She sat upon the limestone rock and wept

Tears flowed so freely from her face

For weeks she cried and never slept

The barren olive tree now marks the sacred place

Her tears formed an everlasting stream

That flows from these hills down to the sea

Priests still deem her love to be unclean

Others now say she’s the dryad of the olive tree

Her body was never found and some still say

Within these rocks she will forever weep

The legend is still believed today

For everlasting love can never sleep

Copyright: David Hopcroft June 2023

(based on a legend of Kaunas at Dalyan)

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History 2

History 2

I saw the coat of arms

Above the fireplace

Walked past the portraits of ancestors

Maps of land they owned

Such finery

Of tapestries hung from walls

Great tables

Where they feasted in halls

Preserved within fine mansions

That we might know our place

How strange it seems

The attraction I have

To climb those stairs

View from the galleries

Symbols of power and class

That left my ancestors

In muck not brass

David Hopcroft April 2019

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I am against the war in principle I just wanted you to know

But you must realize my country has an economy that needs to grow

Of course the truth is that I did sell them guns and ammunition

Surely you would have done the same had you been in my position

I know this sounds so dreadful with all the lives that are being lost

But if I were to decide to take sides then that would come at a cost

You must understand the logic when we decided to buy his oil

That he has been a good friend to me and I felt I should be loyal

I did send an envoy for peace to show I am not on anyone’s side

I have been very open about this and really I have nothing to hide

What a shame that all those people who are innocent have to die

I know I sold him the drones and I’ve told you the reason why

You see I remember when things got nasty back at home

He was the one who came to my rescue with a large loan

So that I could buy tanks and war planes for my military

So I do see him as a fellow leader for a great destiny

I continue to oppose the war but you know I must abstain

From any vote that might suggest one side or the other’s to blame

So really I am just waiting for one side to say they’ll give way

But I am trying to trade with both so I will leave you to pray

I know this sounds nonsense to give guns then say don’t attack

You can’t send anyone over a border they have to come back

But this is reality and so I really see no reason to hurry

I’m sure someone will think of an answer but I am not going to worry

Copyright: David Hopcroft June 2023

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Nocturnal Encounter

Nocturnal Encounter

He comes each night through the window that is closed

Walks through the wooden door that is locked

Traverses the walls that are built with concrete

Moves through the hedges and trees with such ease

Passes easily through the gate that is barred

He never misses an appointment

He has never been late

He is there to share pleasure for such is their fate

She feels his presence as the white sheets rustle

A beautiful chill spreads through the room

There is an aroma that just hangs in the air

Together they say he has arrived he is there

For this is the bed that they once shared

Where they cuddled together because they cared

She never believed the story that he was lost

Missing in action behind enemy lines

Each night she prayed he would come to her bed

Where they’d lie together just like the good times

She would make love then fall asleep in his arms

Until each morning she’d awake

To the sound of birds singing at dawn

In their song she could also hear his voice

He was not lost another love had been born

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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Forever with you

Forever with you

We are flying to those faraway places

Singing our songs and meeting new faces

Driving at leisure down life’s highway

Ever thankful that your way is my way

Living a life forever with you

Every morning a new adventure beckons

Beginning as the sunshine lifts the dew

We’re off to enjoy all of life’s lessons

Thankful for every moment I am with you

Living a life forever with you

We’re striding down the avenues of history

Where living legends reawaken our dreaming

Seeking out the sacred circle’s mystery

Discovering the myth’s concealed meaning

Living a life forever with you

Watching the waves break on a foreign shore

Gathering new thoughts in olive groves

Climbing the ruins for a truth that means more

Back to the beach to seek among the coves

Living a life forever with you

Climbing mountains where love touches the sky

Walking hand in hand through the leafy glen

When sunset comes then we don’t say goodbye

There’s a rising moon calling above the fen

Living a life forever with you

Copyright: David Hopcroft June 2023

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Child Stealer

Child Stealer

Lucifer had founded his hatred on a strange belief

To exterminate a people by indoctrination

But he had failed to crush the spirit that lay beneath

How then might the devil proceed towards subjugation?

Like an evil spirit that roams free on the darkest night

Comes the clawed hand reaching through the stable door

A dirty deed of infamy whilst the devil hides out of sight

Proclaiming that he alone determines any law

A child torn from a crib or a mother’s arm

Who is there to listen to the screams

Who will stand up to stop this harm

How can we sleep peacefully with such dreams?

The child stealer continues his work with little interruption

A people threatened by the devil’s instruction

Can we ignore the horrors of this Satanic corruption

Do we turn a blind eye to mass abduction?

There are no gas chambers here but the intent is the same

A people will be destroyed by a slow extermination

Kidnapped children stolen and then given a new name

The terror of indoctrination of the next generation

Brainwashed to believe that Beelzebub is right

Brought up to continue the evil of his legacy

Where truth is rearranged and freedom cowers in fright

Let us stand with Ukraine to break the heresy

Copyright: David Hopcroft June 2023

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Дитячий крадіжок Child Stealer

Дитячий крадіжок

Люцифер заснував свою ненависть на дивній вірі

Винищити людей шляхом індоктринації

Але він не зміг розчавити дух, який лежав внизу

Як тоді диявол може перейти до підкорення?

Як злий дух, який вільно блукає в найтемнішу ніч

Приходить кігтяна рука, що проникає через стійкі двері

Брудна справа ганебного, поки диявол ховається з поля зору

Проголошення, що він один визначає будь-який закон

Дитина, вирвана з ліжечка або матері матері

Хто там, щоб слухати крики

Хто встане, щоб зупинити цю шкоду

Як ми можемо спокійно спати з такими мріями?

Дитячий викрадач продовжує свою роботу з невеликим перериванням

Люди, яким загрожує диявольська інструкція

Чи можемо ми ігнорувати жахи цієї сатанинської корупції

Чи заплющуємо ми очі на масове викрадення?

Тут немає газових камер, але намір такий самий

Люди будуть знищені повільним винищенням

Викрадені діти вкрали, а потім дали нове ім’я

Терор індоктринації наступного покоління

Вчив вірити, що Вельзевул правий

Вихований для продовження зла своєї спадщини

Там, де правда переставлена і свобода перелякано

Давайте стояти з Україною, щоб зламати єресь

Авторські права: Девід Хопкрофт червень 2023 року

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This world that I live in is not an illusion

The world is a selfish expression of all that we are

Leaders prepared to kill and maim for their brief moment of glory

Our day to day lives might well be the first chapter of a horror story

The arrogance that goes with the discharge of sewage into rivers and streams

We are building a land where nobody cares and nobody cleans

We shall keep burning oil until the very last drop has gone

If you are asking who cares the answer may be none

Is there really a green country? Can you name one?

We have discarded plastic to choke up our seas

For a throwaway land where you just do as you please

Why is it we look the other way with such ease?

There is poverty knocking on every door

Food banks for all those folks with no money for the store

Politicians claiming that nobody is really poor

Sweeping truth under a red carpet laid upon the floor

Money squandered on fashion just for one night out

Closing their eyes to the homeless that live round about

The world that I live in just seems so unreal

For the wealthy this world might be their idea of paradise

With refugees starving by the millions do we really think that is nice

Your future is burning before you and you are paying the price

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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Refugee 2


They hid in the trucks they came in a boat

Fleeing from hunger and violence to keep life afloat

For the sex trafficker they were such easy prey

How easy it had become to lure them away

To be sold into an underworld of prostitution

The victims of yet another economic revolution

Home was a country that only offered poverty

A land torn apart by war corruption and vanity

Enslaved by leaders who told them they were free

Whilst the world closed their eyes to reality

Their choice was submission followed by rape

Their only hope was to try to escape

From a land where you either kill or get killed

Villages where nobody cared that blood was spilled

The world was content to look on with its blind eye

Who really cared if they were to live and die

They needed rare metals the gas and the oil

They saw no horrors from which to recoil

Who was to care about the plight of a refugee

Can’t you see really its for the good of our economy

Copyright: David Hopcroft May 2023

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Біженці (Refugee)

Вони ховалися у вантажівках, вони зайшли в човні

Втікаючи від голоду та насильства, щоб утримати життя на плаву

Для секс-торговця вони були такою легкою здобиччю

Як легко стало заманювати їх піти

Щоб продатись у підземний світ проституції

Жертви чергової економічної революції

Їх домом була країна, яка пропонувала лише бідність

Земля, розірвана військовою корупцією та марнославством

Їх лідери зробили їх рабами і сказали їм, що вони вільні

Поки світ заплющив очі на реальність

Їх вибором було подання з подальшим зґвалтуванням

Єдина їхня надія полягала в тому, щоб спробувати втекти

З землі, де ви або вбиваєте, або вбиваєте

Села, де ніхто не дбав про те, щоб кров пролилася

Світ був задоволений, щоб подивитися і був сліпим

Кому насправді було байдуже, чи живуть вони і вмирають

Їм потрібні були рідкісні метали, газ і нафта

Вони не бачили жахів, на які вони повинні відповісти

Хто мав дбати про тяжке становище біженця

Хіба ви не бачите насправді це на благо нашої економіки

Авторські права: Девід Хопкрофт травень 2023 року