The view from the aeroplane window
Shows men naked and chained on the floor
Covered in grime
The plane banks and climbs
We are not allowed to view any more
The azure seas the golden sands
Are fading far below
In our mind’s eye we see the place
We know each one must go
But we sit by indifferent
While the killing still goes on
Is not each of these tortured souls
A grieving mother’s son
Beside you they sit chatting laughing
Gulping canapés with wine
You gaze back through the misting glass
Has the aeroplane been crying
The island grows yet smaller
But the memories remain
You despise yourself for being one
With the scum inside the plane
anelephantcant 
My goodness! That’s quite some poem! If I were still teaching I would have asked you if I could use that in my War and Peace collection with my teenagers. Very powerful indeed. Thank you 🙂
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Your comments are very much appreciated.
Sometimes the muse is different, and another voice needs to be heard.
As a friend you are welcome to use anything from here at any time.
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Brilliant and sad poem. Thank you for sharing
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Thanks, Alastair, running late with replies here!
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Deep and beautiful
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AnElephantCant always be shallow
Sometimes he sticks his trunk in deep water
He has no complaint
But beautiful he ain’t
He stops now before the water gets hotter
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You are too modest
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Guernica by Pablo Picasso – impressive interpretation here
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AnElephantCant deny Phil has talent
But even he doesn’t match up to Picasso
AnElephant’s words
Are somewhat perverse
But compared to Pablo they are only facile
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Wow Brian! What a poem! Very powerful and thought provoking and you’re right, too many of us do nothing and just turn a blind eye. There is so much in the drawing as well. Each time I look at it I see something else.
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AnElephantCant hide his great pleasure
Even though this poem seems to go slightly berserk
What he likes most
About your response to his post
Is that you appreciate Phil’s cool artwork
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Wow, deep stuff here. Anelephant can definitely go to the darker side occasionally! Your poem is a rhyming collection of truths and sadness gathered together in a way that only our dreams can usually project! Nicely done!
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AnElephantCant always be funny
Some folk believe he isn’t ever
So he tries to be deep
But here’s a secret to keep
When he is home he blames all his moods on the weather
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AnElephant has compassion
There is too much affliction
No one is innocent
Both victim and tyrant.
We shed tears
with our fears.
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AnElephantCant explain all his writing
Some things he just sees in his dreams
We all have our fears
But there is no need for tears
Not everything is quite what it seems
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Kind of a sad post Brian… I do hope you’re okay. I’m here if you need someone to talk to. Can write via my ‘contact’ tab at the top of my blog anytime you want. Please take care of yourself and have a safe journey wherever that may be. 🙂 xxxooo
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AnElephantCant upset his friend Roxi
It can be better if you don’t really know him
So please do not fret
Don’t get your eyes wet
He must tell you it’s only a poem
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