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D O O R S of P E R C E P T I O N Am pleased to share that…
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They’re privatising virtue, that’s what they’re doing now, they’re putting a price on love and the Hippocratic vow. They have no skills or love, they merely have a hold on p…
Source: Judgement by Tom Higgins

When I was 6 there were 10. (Translation when I was 6 years old there were 10 pits in our valley)
Now that I am 6 + 5 there are none. (Translation now that I am 65 there are none)
I say there were 10 but some relics still remained
Let’s say 4 but there may have been more
But now I am 6 + 5 there is none.
When I was 10 + 5 there were 31 (Translation when I was 15 there were 31 men killed in the Cambrian disaster)
a class room emptied and the children
of fathers dead underground gone.
A year later and the children were gone too
and an empty classroom except for 1 or 2.
Then they were gone.
When I was 10 + 6 there were 144 (Translation when I was 16 years old 116 children and 28 adults were killed in Aberfan)
then they were gone.
When I was 10 + 6 I was nearly gone
Almost drowned by my own body.
When I was 10 + 9 I was gone to another place
away from here where I could breathe.
When I was 3 + 2 I returned and there were 2 (Translation only 2 mines in the valley)
But now there are none.
When I was 3 + 5 – 1 came back again (Translation when I was 35 the Tower colliery was re-opened)
But now that 1 has gone too
And now there are none again.
Before I was born 0 there were 75 (Translation there were 75 pits in the Rhondda Valley)
Now there are none 0.
We were brought here because
of what we could take out for them.
And when that was gone we were left.
We took out what was here for others to sell
to build their big houses and then
they were gone and all that is left of them
is their collection of pictures from France
and the sprawl of the tips and heaps of course.
So we were left bye bye pictures
for us to look at and feel better,
feel inspired and aspire to better things.
But for so long we paid to get in and feel
grateful for being helped to feel better. Bye Bye.
Rivers ran black and skies spat black too
Trees died or were cut to prop up the earth.
Exploitation and devastation of an ecosystem.
Exploitation and the human wreckage left.
Thank you for leaving us so much. Bye Bye.
1801 – 542 (Translation population of the Rhondda Valley)
1861 – 3035 (Translation ditto)
1901 – 113735 (Translation ditto)
1911 – 162729 (Translation ditto)
164356 casualty of miners. (Translation this does not include non-mining casualties like infant mortality etc)
I don’t like looking back to 0 zero
I don’t like looking forward to 0 zero
I look at what’s in between
But mostly now when I am 6 + 5
Its what’s left to do that matters to me
And now what’s left? We are left. Right?
So they’ve voted for our safety and to go to war and the dead are walking the land once more and the dead are standing again at the door standing there, looking, waiting once more they were the one…
Source: Voting for War by Rob Cullen
So they’ve voted for our safety and to go to war and the dead are walking the land once more and the dead are standing again at the door standing there, looking, waiting once more they were the one…
Source: Voting for War by Rob Cullen
again they come to see …………the bleedings .. …………………….cup …………hands to catch ………R…
Photo post.
Source: Home
There is silence in this land. It echoes, slowly at first, it cascades into an unimaginably ferocious quiet. It’s unbearable. Unsurpassable. We do not speak. Our screams evade us. Words fail us, an…
Source: Repetition by Nia Griffiths
women of everywhere, help each other, talk clearly, and predict the state of the sea. women of dolgellau, are strong, define them selves, the problems, and rip off eye brows no charge…
For my children.
For we are kings
And walk the land
With our long handled spades.
We are kings
And look at the day
With our eyes open.
For we are kings
And look to others
As they are the same.
We look at the day
With open eyes
And our heads held high.
We see all things
And walk the land
With our long handled spades.
And when people try
to demean us
And speak ill of us
We know the words of the psalm
We know the words of the king
Who spoke to his God in despair.
“Blessed is he that considereth the poor
And he shall be blessed upon this earth.
And thou will not deliver him unto his enemies.
The Lord will preserve him alive,
And he shall be blessed upon the earth.
And thou will not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.”
Psalm 41.
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