Innocence is a funny thing
Who defines it?
Who says who is guilty
Many lives are torn and ripped
Some hate countries
A people for what they did
A past full of horror
The future these haters can’t give
A child of four knows nothing
Of hate, of violence, of the past
It’s propaganda and ignorance
That these people have in their hearts
Blood is spilled and an accent hated
For something they didn’t do
Whether twenty years or five hundred
They sing always the same tune
I shed a tear for those who have lost
Their humanity and souls
Who sell them for causes long ‘lost’
To politicians who better know
For it’s they who will benefit most
They who will grow fat with greed
The fighters, the haters will be left
Behind, bitter with a confused need
Time to let go of the past
But never forget what happened too
Education is the tool for a bright future
The pen and words the sword of truth
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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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