RICK HAYNES

WEEP As you stand by my grave Please do not weep for me For from the shackles of life's woes I am finally free Weep for the homeless Trying hard to cope As they face each day Without any hope Weep for the greedy Whether rich or poor Who ignore what they have Their hands held out for more Weep for those whose hunger Makes them roam the streets Searching through dumpsters For something to eat Weep for the young soldiers Sent abroad to war Who wonder what all The destruction and

A RIGHT PAIR by Rick Haynes A walk in the cool of the morning is always welcoming, as long as the amount of raki eagerly sipped the night before hadn’t affected the brain cells too much. And at eight am, the beach was empty apart from the rows of sunbeds. Each taverna had used different colours and most allowed free access but woe betide any holidaymaker that relaxed on one but purchased a drink from the enemy next door. Someone had been up very early for the sand had been ca