Rise Up!

 

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Rise Up!    Taken From Anything But Hackneyed, a collection of my early poems.

A chariot carrying ineptitude began the fray,

Slaughtering and killing all that stood in its way.

It came across intellect, and hacked off its head,

Leaving mediocrity to stand there instead.

Ineptitude travelled on, swallowing up the ground,

Always there was a vacant mind easily to be found.

It wedded indifference and the two became one, but there lay the weakness. 

They thought their work had been done.

Up rose conviction, screaming its battle song.

“Mediocrity and indifference are just so wrong!

Where is individuality? When did reasoning depart?

Rise up, join with me, and we will begin to make a start.

We will banish the ordinary, driving apathy away.

Engage again with excellence and we will win the day.”

The war still rages, as victory is incomplete.

It’s you and I that must face it, and fiercely with it compete.

We ourselves may not see the benefit of our tuition,

But fight these things we must, preventing its fruition.

Anything But Hackneyed.  Amazon.com

Anything But Hackneyed.  Amazon.co.uk

 

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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