Sitting across from traitors gate
Thinking of all who suffered their fate
Innocent, guilty, weak and strong
On the rack they were pulled long
Terrorists, freedom fighters, sheep and wolves
All suffered in those dark times of yore
Children, adults, the quick of mind
Anyone was taken who they could find
It mattered not if crimes were true
It never mattered when, why or who…
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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Very true and I like to think from these broken bodies, emerged a system more true…Peace, Eric
Thanks Eric. Always the innocent that suffer eh, whilst the rich get fatter. Peace to you too!