By Chris Bunton I walked past the wall, my head held low. My father made it home; no one’s there I know. But I saw him there, a man that could be a friend; another son, looking for someone, to bring an end. I began to feel the tears welling; my heart broken. They roseContinue reading “The Wall”
Category Archives: Heritage
Remember When
Remember when we acted so sly, Going to lunch and getting high? Remember when we camped and drank all night; all of us glowing in the fires light? Remember the girls we used to date, How they never used to make us wait? Remember the time we all skipped school? Always together, forever, free andContinue reading “Remember When”
The Real Tragedy
By Chris Bunton The real tragedy is that We the People of the United States, of all races and beliefs do not trust our media or our leaders. Our media is divided, and divides us. None of them tell us the complete truth, or don’t tell us anything unless it has lies twisted in. OurContinue reading “The Real Tragedy”
Dead Beat Dad No More
It’s Father’s Day, and we must prepare for all the Facebook posts where single mothers call themselves, mom and dad. This attitude should be a perfect example of why Dad is not around any more. Now, before you jump on me and say “It’s about the children!!” You must realize that I understand that, andContinue reading “Dead Beat Dad No More”
Release
I was in the arctic.Those frozen forests of Alaska.North of Fairbanks,in the wild Yukon. It was night,and the moon shown,on the white, bright snow.Everything had a light, blue glow. It was cold,minus 60 degrees,and I prayed to God,for a sign to go. I needed a change.A new life, away.And a way to go. A wayContinue reading “Release”
The Diet of Primitive Peoples
The Diet of Primitive Peoples I saw a meme on Facebook and it got me thinking. Here’s what the meme said: “Vegetarian is an Indian word for ‘Bad Hunter’” It’s funny, and it was meant to be a joke on vegans or vegetarians, but it also shows what some people believe about our ancestors. IContinue reading “The Diet of Primitive Peoples”
Those Mines
Those mines ruled my world.The coal mines of Southern Illinois. My family came from,the Tennessee mountains.to dig in those mines. They fought the Civil war and died.They farmed and mined.They sang, fought and prayed. Working men breathing that dust,killing themselves every day,and drinking it away at night. Union men from Lewis day,beating scabs to death.Continue reading “Those Mines”
