God has got blog, do we know where?

God  has got a blog but not in words
He uses as his text the entire world
From  lions  in mountains  down to little birds
The colours of the sky, the leaves uncurled

Every day he leaves his message clear
We  are blinded by our own desires
Some say that God is dead, why should we fear?
For without his Eye we have  no hellish fire

From Joan of Arc to most of Europe’s Jews
Afghanistan or Syria, who is spared?
Were any of  those deaths read on the News
So  civilised we are, so fake  our prayers

We want high self esteem, so how see  Job
Sitting on a dunghill with no clothes?




Never with contempt

Jesus born again in Gazan camp
He sees the planes the USA have bought
Flying overhead, his eyes are damp
With horror,pity, never with contempt

He understands the history of the Jews
The Palestinian people he loves too
So often we have seen them on the News
Bleeding on the border fence like clues

This war is a projection of our hate
We are good and they are full of sin
The British left the “Arabs” to  their fate
The endless fight should never have begun

Jesus was a problem, he was killed
But who will pay the escalating bill?

Muslim cemetery for refugees in France



The Muslim section of Cimetiere Nord, where refugees are buried in Calais, France. The roads around the city are becoming dangerous again for migrants and truck drivers.

In a field behind the chemical factories near the port, refugees were washing their clothes with a canister of water and washing-up liquid, pummelling T-shirts on a black plastic binbag ripped open to make a clean surface, and hanging the clothes to dry on the bushes. Some said they could not remember the last time they had been able to wash properly. “I think it was a month and a half ago,” said West Justnui, 25, an Ethiopian who would like to study political science in the UK. Others said they washed in the sea by the port, but found the salt water left them feeling dirty.

A long-term Calais resident, Sylvie, who asked for her full not not to be printed, has been offering showers in her home to teenage refugees ever since the camp closed last year. “I feel beyond ashamed at the mayor’s approach. Now the camp has gone, people have no shelter, no way of washing themselves. I couldn’t bear to see the conditions they were living in, so now I let people come three times a week to shower in my home.” She said most people in Calais were unmoved by the refugees’ situation. “People here have become very hard.”

A refugee washes his clothes at a camp in Calais, France.

A refugee washes his clothes at a camp in Calais. Refugees have few opportunities to wash.