Silence as The Bombs Fall Down

This morning’s feather, and Matt Rai’s raw protest song, stirred the same truth in me — silence has its limits when the bombs fall down.




Silence as The Bombs Fall Down


Today I distil
My silent words
With an ancient quill
That’s never been a blunt sword,
Nor written in soft pastel.

The scribe’s feather is light,
But still heavy enough to fight
For what I believe is right.

Protest letters from a poetic knight
About humanity’s warring blight,
Which has quickly become the world’s
Blundering bombsight.







Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

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