"Come on," she said, frantically packing sand-strewn belongings into the bag. "The tide is coming in." No," I replied without emotion, staring at the white crests zigzagging delightfully across the ocean's surface. "I fear that the land may, in fact, be sinking." Written in response to a triple word prompt I saw on earlier today… Continue reading The Tide
Will it ever end? The constant need for fighting Is there no hope left? Nothing but violence Fuelled by money and power Will it ever end? Oil and diamonds Only serve to fan the flames Is there no hope left? Peace a memory War the only truth they know Will it ever end?… Continue reading Will It Ever End?