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Two crowns of shame in the official portraits, self-declared official. Blood diamonds. Self-awarded honours always reek of something invented not real, undeserved. The blood is real. It drips down their… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Two crowns of shame in the official portraits, self-declared official. Blood diamonds. Self-awarded honours always reek of something invented not real, undeserved. The blood is real. It drips down their… Continue Reading
Endless days of doing nothing. The cage is not a cage when you have the key. The token effort to make it look like the people are the priority. And… Continue Reading
when it comes it takes him by surprise the smooth ride it was supposed to be in the golden carriage unopposed by the little people whose taxes he considers his… Continue Reading
In the final bleak waiting room, we Arrange the urns along the wall In order of size. The biggest contains the ashes of a Life-time of regrets, bitter tastes Of… Continue Reading