Park Bench Tales and other writings

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The End of the Beginning

The End of The Beginning

They came in the sky at night with their bombs

I saw my school razed to the ground

Then in tanks to roam the streets

Looking like wolves hunting down a prey

Destroyed our homes and told us to flee

Gathering the few things we could we fled

To the area they had reserved

This was the ghetto they had created

Then came the blockades

Denying us medicines and then food

We watched the sick wither away

Old ones starved to protect the young

They try and force us from our home

They want us to leave the land of our birth

To be dumped upon some foreign soil

An uncertain future filled with suspicion

They said we were only animals

Our lives had no value to them

But they wanted the coast for a resort

So we had to be removed for the rich

Our land just a piece of real estate

To be traded in a world thriving on hate

Whilst nations looked on standing idly by

With no real interest whether we live or die

Copyright: David Hopcroft April 2025


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Bravery

Bravery

Sirens signal the missiles will soon be overhead

The flames of death are pouring from the sky

Lives of so many will soon be hanging by a thread

Who knows this day who lives and who will die

Praise to those brave soldiers in the trench

Whose love for their land sees them stay to fight

Praise to those who are braving the Russian stench

Lift high the blue and yellow to the light

Praise for those searching the rubble for life to save

Risking their lives for those who can be found

Praise to young girl terrified trying to be brave

Searching minefields for death hidden in ground

Praise to the doctors working in candle light

Trying to save the child’s limb from amputation

Praise to the nurses working through the night

Struggling with the horrors of the situation

A curse to those pretending this is not genocide

As they aim their bombs at hospitals and schools

A curse to the murderers on whichever side

Who laugh at politicians they know to be fools

But what of me sitting in this chair to type

Convincing myself there is little I can do

Eating a healthy meal as I sit and gripe

Those who kill are many those who save so few

Copyright: David Hopcroft September 2024

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