Today’s Dylan Quote, “By the old wooden stove our hats were hung, our story’s were told our songs were sung” Bob! Stoves can’t be made out of wood they would burn, isn’t poetic licence a wonderful thing!

Whoever poses these questions, is a tormentor. There are many kinds of fears, personal phobia types, fears of being ill or incapacitated, death. Then more general fears the environment etc. I had an irrational fear of wood lice or jiggy pigs as some know them, but we bought a wood stove, and I started chopping my own logs, so that phobia had to be overcome. Cancer scared me, but I faced that one head on, it actually made me change my life for the better. Then it was the fear of losing the use of my hand in a recent burn injury, it’s looking like that fear was unfounded, but I overcame it to some extent by writing this blog, instead of doing practical things. Then there’s the fear of sounding like a beauty Queen, when I say I fear for the world. I fear violence will overcome pacifism, writing about this fear helps, I try and do my bit by setting a good example by just being as good a person as I can.

Bad People.

I see bad people on the news,

I hear bad people with evil views.

Bad people riding about on trains,

Bad people flying around in planes.

Bad people with guns to shoot,

Bad people with banks to loot.

Men and kids brandishing knives,

Some bad men beating up their wives,

Women too so’s not to discriminate,

So much pain and so much hate,

It seams like everyone’s infected,

And from this badness we’re not protected.

It’s not surprising when you look around,

There’s plenty of violence to be found.

 Violence in films, violence in books,

Violence everywhere one looks.

All the above may be the case,

But I know there’s a different face,

To this world that seems so shocking.

Trying to get in, good comes knocking.

One great day our time will come,

There’s more of us just do the sum,

We the good will conquer all,

This evil empire then will fall.

Meadowhead Bard.

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