Heard the news today
of the mighty and powerful
How they bleed the people dry
as they feast in their sumptuous halls
As they swoop down on the weak
picking at their bones
This the raven’s greed
as people struggle to heat their homes
They pick until nowt is left
yet continue on relentless still
Never giving up until death
not satisfied with their fill
No food is there to be had
or money to pay the raven’s
Air and tears is all they have
and blood to fill these heathens
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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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