Posing For A Selfie With Nero (Kindle Edition) by Glen Hunter

Posing For A Selfie With Nero

This is where I tell you how amazing my new book is  🙂

“Initially a song writer and rap performer, he took to the spoken word scene in Glasgow in his early to mid twenties, performing regularly at spoken word events throughout Glasgow, including the West End Festival on two occasions. Two of his spoken word pieces were also featured on the Guardian website in 2014.”
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Chemical Warfare

The lips are cracked and broken, her skin itches but when she scratches it the pain is beyond bearing

Next to her lies her mother, head tilted to the left , eyes all white, mouth foaming a puss white substance.

” Mother…Mother…Mother!” She cries out in agony over and over again. And then…

 in 3…2…1 Launch

The operation went well, hostile hospital targets terminated. The leadership is highly elated. The pilots receive medals and handshakes

She shakes and takes one last shallow breath and with her death comes the cameras and headlines framing the story in a gory glory of red white and blue

The Heart of This

The crowd start chanting “ Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit! “ and then you know it’s on. Something big is about to occur. You can almost hear the purr of the well oiled engine at the heart of this movement. This mob. This rebirth of human worth and people over profits

Towards Bethlehem

We share so very little , ego’s so brittle and easy to whittle away. A violent display will stay in play in the mind , you will find, long after any positive events. This cements the dents and circumvents common sense on regular events, manipulated by the one percents with profitable intents, this ideology charges rents on minds. The consumption of public spaces withdraws the places where faces can exchange thought into word, then words into action, reduce the ‘great unwashed masses’ into a simple fraction. Faction versus faction leads to inaction through distractional discourse, backs the wrong horse and ends up back on the couch.

Towards Bethlehem we slouch