Stoical grieving won’t work

Yet if we evade it, disease may invade us.

Feeling sorrows can never be shirked.

That lump in the throat we can’t swallow

The stomach ache there with no cause

We suffer bodily,and indeed horribly

Stoicism does have its flaws.

Let loose the tears of this sorrow

Wrapppd in the arms of a friend.

For if we don’t do it,later we’ll rue it,

With physical pains without end.

Soldiers are told to be stoic;

But supposing they all refused?

Would war end tomorrow, at the sight of such sorrow?

Ah,humans,we’re surely confused.

We may be from different races

We may be brown,gold or green

But our hearts form a layer,to hold out our care.

We’re all one and always have been.

Throw away stoic behaviour

Throw out melancholia too.

Feel pain when we need to and then it won’t lead to

Dead soldiers and fighting anew.

Posted on November 11, 2017
The summer heat made cobblestones like stoves
The Coronation happened, I know now
We played with melted tar, industrial bairns.

My mother’s hands were black and much beloved
The coal and coke had tattooed her, we sa
The summer heat made cobbles hot as stoves.

In the road, we played our ancient games
The older children passed the knowledge down
We played with melted tar, industrial wains.

The bully boys were cruel , did not heed love
A little boy had tried to be a clown
In summer heat, they beat him on the stones.

We were silent as they flaunted power again;
But in our hearts, we knew we’d let him down
We threw warn melted tar, industrial wains

And in our phantasy, he was alone.
No-one knew who threw the vicious stone
The summer heat made cobbles feel like flames
We played with melted tar, Christ died again