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This is not about the children by Bethany Rivers

I am not a silent poet

The children go to bed each night

afraid for morning to come

tomorrow might be the day

when they’re thrown out

left to die on the streets

The children wake early each morning

afraid there won’t be enough

food in the house

not enough money

to buy milk and bread

The children fall ill from school

where they’re told everyday

they’re no good, they’re lazy,

they’re only good as sweepers

for other people’s shit

The children are dying

ignorant of arts, sciences,

history, philosophy, self-esteem,

but we can’t prosecute the parent –

we voted them in

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Within by Bethany Rivers

I am not a silent poet

Syria within me

I feel your desolate desecration

Thousands of crumbling empty houses

Palestine within me

I feel your  Land robbed  Olive trees poisoned

Crimes against The Wall

Europe within me

Every flag of every nation

Only the wind carries freedom

Blood battles within me

Of the generations to come

Scars and fences needing to be undone

Russian pogroms within me

In the bones of my Great Grandmother

Wounds of  dislocation

The thirst within me

Fountain of my heart still learning

To make itself heard


Bethany Rivers (M.A.)
Debut pamphlet due out 22nd July, OFF THE WALL from Indigo Dreams Publishing http://www.indigodreams.co.uk/bethany-rivers/4592595600

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liberationday, holland by Aad de Gids

I am not a silent poet

every country, every territory, geophysical terroir, every stretch of land

of which the denominators to bundle its local characteristics have long

failed due to war, tribal conflict, tribalist terrorist attacks, failure of peace

negotiations have long missed to facilitate some sort of unity, has yet its

own “liberationday” from World War Two. the Netherlands’ is this friday.


as everything becomes brittle so has this become a rigidified institution

and I must admit yesterday at 8pm I totally missed the two minutes silence

because of the remembrance of the dead, fallen in that horrendous war.

(I guess I were silent, untimely asleep from tiredness of work.) the war that

would end all wars was only an incentive to design thousand other wars.


as I shall reach 60 this year the 6th of july it occurs deeply people of our

age have grown up in an atmosphere nowhere and…

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