Waifs and Strays

A nation in flux
Failed by its protector

Freedom fighters
Facilitated by the free world
There’s always a price

Waifs and Strays
Walk the streets
Visiting friends
In pieces

They drop bombs
We drop like flies
Swatted from your mind
A noxious atmosphere
We can’t cry

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Grew up in the Essex countryside and currently resides in London. Passing through his 30s far too quickly. Likes: writing, design, the arts, and copious amounts of coffee. He is working on his first novel.

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