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My heart is low

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Updated: Mar 17, 2022

Yesterday I was scrolling linkedin and I found a post. There was a picture of a girl and beneath that is stated she was a pfizer victim.


It reminded me of the little boy from Yemen who was washed ashore. I wonder how many more parents will outlive their children. To think they too are going to go through a similar pain. My heart goes out to all those who will outlive their children.





Please support this brave soldier. I will put a link to his profile in the comments section as well as here https://www.linkedin.com/in/daniel-t-stillson-141647228


We need to protect our children, It did remind me of this song! I wonder how many others will be singing this song, fathers as well?


I know my mother in law also developed symptoms of Covid and it ultimately led to her demise. I want all those who think the vaccines are safe really question why they think they have a right to risk those who have been entrusted to them to this human trial. Is this any different to saying yes take my child and use him/her instead of your lab rats?







#Empathy or lack of it! or Wolf in Sheep's clothing? What do you say?



Did you just put your sanity in the hands of #people who do not even #care?



A few years ago, I wrote to my local MP (Member of Parliament)

This was around the time the picture of the drowned Syrian kid was splashed all over the #internet. I had been in contact with my father and I knew what was going on in Yemen a year prior to it being announced here in UK.


The pictures of starving #children in Yemen were being advertised on #television when I wrote my #poem.


I also was aware who was behind all of it and how the one year delay in announcing it, had allowed the countries in question to roam free doing maximum damage, to the point it was way too late.


I posted my poem to him. In that I was asking Theresa May where my #taxes went each day. I also stated my displeasure about the length I must travel to take my mother to #hospital to have her leg looked at (this was prognosis of Melanoma due to using roundup with bare legs) Yes you guessed. The Major component is #Glyphosates which is what I bang on about.


My displeasure about the holes in our roads and expecting us to pay road tax for the #pleasure of getting a failed suspension. (Those Dips are hard on the car when travelling every day and my husband did have a 60 mile to get to the #office each day)


I received a letter through the post in his own handwriting or at least it suggested it. Either way it is not what I wanted to hear.


You can see for yourself, I for one deduced he was in a drunken state. In that poem there was a reference to how the children in Yemen had it worse.

Do you know what he said? Read it below. I just took a picture of his letter.


Do you really want someone like this, in #charge of your #health?

Who do you think is his boss?


My Mother in law was well aware of the poem and the letter. I read them to her both. Why or why did she listen to what his boss said?


Her fate was met and her #life cut short as she listened to the #media. The scare mongering got to her and she ended up getting scared. Then she was looking for a quick #solution so she #believed everything that she heard.


The average age in UK is now 83. Women live longer than men. So how many years early did she end up seeing her #grave?


Who #elects these people to be in #charge of our #fate?

Why do we #listen to the wrong sort who are incapable of empathy and not even have any characteristics of a #human being?


Who do you #trust your health to? Did you just put your health in the hands of people who do not even care?

Does this look like he is bothered or does he show lack of empathy? What do you think will happen to you when you trust what is said?


What must we do to come out of lock down situation? Put the #guilty#parties in #prison or overturn the government?





Here is the poem in question


The Drive back from Queen Victoria Hospital:

I wish that life were free from trouble

Instead my mind’s in quite a muddle

With budgets running through my head

It’s often when it’s time for bed

I bought these coats they should go back

Instead I hung them on the rack

With prices running through the roof

If only someone had the proof

Of where my taxes go each day

I’m asking you Theresa May!

These pot -holes are a daily grind

“Please fill them in and do be kind”

“It’s tricky driving when you’re blind”

Is what I say when I commute

And 30 miles is quite a hoot

To take a patient to be seen

We won’t complain it’s in the gene!


You Build, they come, we’re out of space

We haven’t got the school to face

They do have kids, they need a place

To Learn to read & run and chase!

The roads are busy n schools are full

You’re feeding us a pile of bull!

And tricking us to vote for Brexit

My Mother-in-law did vote for Grexit

And all because she was born and bred

In Greece n forgot she’s mostly fed

In Cornwall where her aunt did settle

I’m telling you she does love Dettol!

At 78 and lives alone

She watches soaps and likes a moan

But also likes to watch the news

And one of those who pays her dues

Enough of her and all the holes

And how about the working poles?

I have a few deserving friends

Who set up shop and make amends

What will happen when you say:

“Earn 30k or move away”?

I wish you knew our daily life

That’s full of pain and hurt and strife


You’re threatening me not to bite

And yet I’m here and see the light


But sending kids to school at 4

With working mummies out the door

At 6 to chase their daily bread

Because their babies must be fed?

And dressed and clothed to just be puppets

When all they want to do is shove it

They work away and miss them growing

Their loved ones change n them not knowing

Is surely rather quite a crime?

Because they aught to make a dime


And then we have the kids from Yemen

And Saudi’s sending them to heaven

My life is easy n circumspect

If only I could disconnect.


Our people matter, the closer the more!

lack of #empathy

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Shame this has to happen before this. If only everyone had woken up sooner to the truth.

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I write about my struggles as a mum of a highly sensitive child and dealing with the education system. Our fights over 10 years with the  broken system, who were   determined to label him Autistic and how I managed to combat this. My journey as a migrant from a mixed marriage who lived through one war and chose her maternal country in the end in pursuit of happiness.

 

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