Image by Dariusz Sankowski Captains of industry,
senators, honourable gentlemen,
Allow me to redefine terror, for you.
Our troops out in the Middle East,
on heat baked streets,
fodder for friendly fire and suicide attacks.
Should fear you more
than the Syrian
draped over the crumpled corpse
of child or brother.
Beating fists on cracked earth,
crying and praying.
Blood blotting through the faded cotton
of his tunic.
While you sleep in cool linen
through clammy w
FLOWERS FOR HIS GRAVE
by Lesley Traynor ‘Their flowers, the tenderness of patient minds’
Anthem for Doomed Youth, Wilfred Owen After he left with the thrum of war in his heart, it was planted. Before winter sent its tendrils, slender fingers drilled a path through blood red earth, dropped the seed into the unknown, hiding it from those who would steal its life. Each day she spoke to it of love, encouraged it to survive, pray