Thursday, May 15, 2025

Questions unasked By Dennis Moriarty

I am here today, rummaging among

the ruins of society.

A society ruined by politicians, cheap

sound bites

and establishment stooges. Here where

the people are aided

in their fight for survival by prescription

pills and promises.

Where violence is free and laughter comes

with a price that few here can pay.

Walking the pavements strewn with the

smithereens of shattered lives,

in the shadow of the city where millions

of pounds are made and lost,

in the blink of a poor man’s eye. Past cars

with no wheels

and wheels with no cars, scattered syringes

and empty tin cans

playing hopscotch in the wind. Streets gangs

and knife crime

and drive by shootings, wars on the TV

not to be confused

with these turf wars here and wars of words

between them and us.

The young and the old, the sick and the poor,

middle age antipathy,

the disenfranchised disgruntled young all with

a story to tell

if only someone would listen. And so it is

you have found me here,

rummaging among the ruins of society, walking

streets of poverty

in the shadow of prosperity, searching for answers

to questions that have yet to be asked,

endlessly wondering how to make sense of it all.






Dennis Moriarty was born in London, England and now lives in Wales. Married with five grown up offspring Dennis likes walking the dog in the mountains, reading and writing.

In 2017 he won the Blackwater poetry competition and went to county Cork in Ireland to read his work at the international poetry festival. Dennis has had poems featured in many publications including Blue nib, Our poetry archive, Setu bilingual, The passage between and others.



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