
No shortage of unsophistication,
Proletariats filled with dissatisfaction,
So much violence & traumatisation,
Greed, envy, but little affection…
Megar-rich Oligarchs get much satisfaction,
Questioned, they threaten a nuclear reaction,
Politician with their lies and extortion…
Threaten each other, and the futilitarian,
Not humanitarian, but they offer humiliation,
Invalidation, invasion, verbal invention,
Warnings, battles, child deaths; no mediation,
Babies die, no food or water, no medication…
Humankind’s morals need a recalibration,
Hopes, fair values need a reactivation,
Worldwide, each and every person…
Hatred, greed… what chance of elimination?
I’m lucky, I’m close to my termination,
How can we have a compassion rejuvenation?
I see no chance of any reconciliation,
Our youngsters will need reharmonisation
Will they see our savours rematerialisation?
Or, remilitarisation and remobilisation?
Peace is in dire need of resuscitation.
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Two nicks shaving, teeth & gums bleeding. Had a
CorelDraw on to sort the photos. Problems again. Moved on to yesterday’s blog.
Got carried away with rebuilding the word list again. Over three hours this time. Tsk! I didn’t seem to be able to stop myself from doing it.
Carer Nizra arrived. Painkillers given with Peptac.
Back on the word listings, then a District Nurse arrived to remedicate the right leg for me. I think she is a retired nurse, now doing community nursing. I like her; she is no-fuss and has a twinkle in her eyes.
She got the strapping off, removed the protection plaster, wiped the wounds and put a new medicated plaster one. Strappings back on top, and she was ready to go. ❤ Bade her thanks and farewell.
The following hour and bit are a complete blank to me. I jotted down the time the nurse arrived, so I was pretty sure I’d been out of it for an hour and 20 minutes. But there were on acidy upsurges from the innards, and I was not feeling dizzy, confused or out of balance. So, I could not have had a seizure. Puzzling?
Did I fall asleep? Possible, I suppose.
Carer Ahram turned up, and here I was, looking at an almost-empty blog page for today! Miles behind with everything again. Humph! Ahram issued the medications, and I realised that I was struggling to understand what he was saying, not only that, I think I was not talking properly, a bizarre sensation.
Sunet photographs.
Cheerio, sun!
Food came to mind. I decided on a ready-made stew, added some gravy I made from instant powder, mixed it in a microwave bowl, and put the lot in the oven for five minutes. While I got the two sourdough rolls left and put them on the tray.
Carer Ejaz made the last flash call. Painkillers and a quick natter about things, and off he shot.
I went to wash the pots up, and the view out of the kitchen window looked so attractive that I tried taking some shots of it.
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TTFNski, all!
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“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” I think…