Gerard Ohare Poems

Outside its raining razor blades.
And everybody's bleeding.
Inside its little better as the seeds of hate are seeding.
But me i'll keep it simple see.
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It rained today.
Big warm drops the size of tears plopped against the cobbles in the yard.
Across the way Mrs McGreavy raced out on a linen based rescue.
Unpegging sheets and flinging them heroically over her shoulders.
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Nothing festers in the shadows.
There's no beast beneath your bed.
We watch you and protect you child.
We who are the dead.
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