They tell me there’s only but a short time left then you’ll be free from this meaningless mess But the struggle continues and time is like theft to think people look back on this time as the best i’ll keep struggling because these are life’s tests torture me without a crime so I can never rest should miseries of life be locked away in secrets kept while others disclose theirs as entertaining digest the warning of death so close can’t live to regret only to be told these words shall never manifest.

Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser. Contains vulgar language for a vulgar world. A few explanations: 1 – ‘giuliani, you can swim with the lobsters, i hope you mobsters lose your livers to the vodka’ thats a reference to the fascist former mayor of new york, rudolph giuliani (he’s now running for president. his foreign policy adviser is daniel pipes, who said muslim and all dark-skinned immigrants were ‘unwashed’ and...

Someone told me to write poetry so I thought I’d give it a shot. I wrote my first ‘piece’ on the previous article – here’s another: My roots are embedded deep in the ocean – sinking our people are dying, barrel of the gun smoking forbade evil, stand for justice and peace its so much easier to step back and retreat but power is in the souls of men who believe true faith in God he knows that you grieve for your loved ones passing life is so short yet we fail to recognise that death is for sure read in the name of your lord who created how do we fail to see the...

I lived in Leeds for the first 10 years of my life. I was in primary school from reception to year 4 before moving to Manchester for the last two years. The internet is a powerful tool, and last week a classmate from my primary school in Leeds found me on Facebook. Since then I have been conversing with almost 20 people who I haven’t spoken to for over eight years. Then it hit me. I cried last night, in fact I wept for 18 years to day my concept before Allah I begged, I cried grant me your mercy before I die tears hit the cold hard floor interruption – a knock on the door bright white...