by Ferdi McDermott Let’s start with a poem … Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lea, That’s the way for Billy and me.   Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee,…

“Look at him stripped on the hill running the streets poorly clad robots have taken his job his hands are outstretched for the nails   Forgive Lord, forgive. It was night when we did what we did…. But then comes the morning. Yesterday’s sorrows behind. Wake it’s the day of your longing. Life returns, mercy…