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  Seed Shells   The first seeds were sown a long time ago. When these small seed shells burst open they were scattered locally. They grew patchily at first, in Palestine, in Israel, in Lebanon and throughout the Arab world. There were only little streams to irrigate and fertilise them, so they often failed to thrive. But that was then.   Now the shells have grown bigger and the seeds have flown further. Further and further. And the streams have grown wider and longer. And more nutritious.   When the seed shells have burst in this century, they found ground that was even more fertile. So more and more has come under cultivation, irrigated and fertilised now from rivers,   rivers of blood. So well irrigated, so well nurtured and tended that the patches of brown soil became rare indeed. But there were some. Later seeds spread wider over Gaza. As larger seed shells broke and splintered they found and colonised new areas   outside the brown patches where it was ...
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  Knowledge And Power If only we’d known, they said when the inmates of Belsen   were first seen in their deliberately ill-fitting  striped pyjamas dying from starvation, dying from torture dying from cold, dying from illness, dying dying dying. If only we’d known, they said  when the extermination camps were discovered, the gas chambers, the slave labour camps where inmates were  killed by over-work, killed  by malnutrition killed by disease. Exterminated. If only we had known, they said, there would have been no appeasement, no ‘peace in our time’ self-protection, no treaties for self-preservation,  no deals done in self-defence. With the knowledge  intervention would have happened genocide been prevented if only we’d known. Well this time we knew. This time we knew from the beginning. This time we knew from before the beginning, from long before the beginning about the intimidation,  the arbitrary arrests, homes demolished, the camps ...
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  RIP John Donne No man is an island wrote Donne centuries ago. He understood the predicament understood that man, or woman is one part of a whole which is one part of something larger and so on into mind-blowing infinity. No man, or woman can stand alone and reach their potential  in isolation or when isolated on some small island  however grandiose the delusion. An island alone cannot thrive, except here in Britain of course, so it was once said by some. And now,  what now when it stands  triangulated  in the centre  of three egos,  Trump, Putin  and Zelensky. Stuck in the middle of such super egos, TPZ Keir Starmer. https://poetry4thepeople.blogspot.com/2025/04/lynn-white.html
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  Friday Mornings The Presenters interviewed the excluded boy. Their stated aim was to understand, to see what could be improved, how it could be made better for everyone. “How did he feel about being excluded,” they asked. “Don’t matter” the boy said. “Don’t go anyway, ‘cept for Friday mornings. Just mess about on the street. Used to wind ‘em up when I went, ‘ave a laugh that’s all bit of fun messing.” “Why?” an Interviewer asked. “Borin’ innit. Pointless waste of time apart from Friday mornings. And I’m a waste of space don’t wanna go won’t go.” “So you don’t mind being excluded?” an Interviewer asked. “Naw, rather be out with my mates, they keep getting excluded an’ all,   there’s no point to it we can’t do it don’t want to try they’re all idiots don’t wanna go, ‘cept for Friday mornings. The questions came and went the answers repetitive but no one asked him what happened on Friday mornings. https://istanbulmasticadores.wordpress.com/2025/04/06/two-poems-by-lynn-white-scou...
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  Scourge Who will help the prisoner lying on the floor, lying there alone, unwashed   and bleeding. No one came. They said he deserved the scourging, that it was their job to administer punishment and keep society safe, safe from such scourges. So no one came Only angels, those fat cherubs   of empathy and kindness, they came down to help him. But only in his dream. https://istanbulmasticadores.wordpress.com/2025/04/06/two-poems-by-lynn-white-scourge-friday-mornings/