They Have Killed My Country and Murdered My God


Fade Into Oblivion

They have killed my country and murdered my God
and called it collateral damage.
They have buried my homeland
under their bombs and the cries of its residents.
The women of my country are their playthings
And the men are prisoners of war.
My house has collapsed in on itself
burying its inhabitants under six feet of rubble
like a grave.
Colonisation, The Occupation, Ceasefire.
I can’t hear my own thoughts
Maybe that’s what they want to do
Overwhelm you with external destruction and voice
So you have no idea who you are
They blaspheme my God and place of worship
call Him a liar
spit upon His shrine
challenge His authority
believe they are better off without Him.
My country has become their playground
Paradise on Earth, now even worse than Hell.
I think the dead are luckier
They can’t see their beautiful land littered
with bullet shells, bombs…

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Childhood fantasy

A place for childhood fantasy in adulthood by Sue Vincent.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

cslewis writing for children

He’s right… by the time you reach an age with double figures, fairy stories are for babies… and you are no longer a babe. In just the same way that we cease admitting to the guilty affection for the music our parents liked as we grew, so do the books of early childhood get left upon the shelf… at least when anyone is looking.

We ‘progress’ to more complicated reading. Quite often the books we read as teenagers say more about how we would like to be percieved by the world, or reflect the adventures or romance that we long for at that age. Most of those stories, too, are as wildly fantastical as the fairy tales… but being set in ‘reality’, they are more acceptable to our fledgling egos.

Those who loved fairy tales may be lucky, making the early discovery of fantasy and science fiction… which may simply…

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Good People Doing Good Things — The Next Generation

The next generation is already doing great things.

Filosofa's Word

Since the February 14th school shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida, we have been applauding the young people who stepped up to the plate and said ENOUGH!  Those young people have protested both online and in person, demanding that stricter gun laws be put into place to keep our schools, our society safer.  We are all proud of these young people, and many of us have said that if there is hope for this nation to get back on track, that hope lies with this generation that is just now coming of age.  In keeping with those thoughts, I decided to make this generation the focus of today’s Good People post, for many of them are doing some truly wonderful things.

Meet Jessica Russo.  Jessica, age 20, lives in Staten Island, New York, and is a junior at the College of the Holy…

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No Film at Eleven

Hilarious bits of flash fiction from Russell starring the invisible box.

What's So Funny?

Tomorrow, I’ll be speaking at the OLLI (Osher Lifelong Learning Institute) monthly Books & Birthdays bash at Bordino’s. Many of the members of this group are distinguished professionals, teachers, and highly respect community leaders.

I had planned to speak on how to generate a second income from Bellybutton Lint Farming, but have been asked to share The Seven Six Habits of Highly Effective Procrastinators instead. That is, unless I can think of an excuse to postpone it for a couple of months.

If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, our facilitator is the diminutive, yet effervescent, Speedy Alka-Seltzer Wisoff-Fields. If you’d like to participate in this exercise of madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the ensemble of practicing fic-titioners in the writers in FFF Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.


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Mr. Trump, Here’s a Teenage Hero; It’s Your Turn!

Here’s real bravery.

Filosofa's Word

Long an admirer of Nicholas Kristof’s work, I try to catch his column as often as possible.  His latest column touched a chord and I realized that his thoughts echoed mine, but his were much more eloquently stated than mine could ever be.  With that said, I am sharing Mr. Kristof’s column of 07 March 2018.When a gunman rampaged through a high school in Parkland, Fla., three weeks ago, a 15-year-old soccer player named Anthony Borges showed undaunted courage.

Anthony, who is of Venezuelan descent, apparently was the last of a group of students rushing into a classroom to seek refuge. He shut the door behind him and frantically tried to lock it, but in an instant the gunman appeared on the other side. Instead of running for cover, Anthony blocked the door to keep the shooter out. He held his ground even as the attacker opened fire.

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