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The Day They Came
A tingling, a taste of the past.
Before it started. Before time.
Such memories would have been nice.
Though winter packed a punch that year,
Us two, wrapped up in desire,
Barely remarked the snow and ice.
For we, young and unbreakable,
Took slippery falls in our stride
And bought up love at any price.
Until the day they came.
Monday 10th February 2025 9:28 am
The Price of Submission
This poem tries to explore the personal and societal consequences of living under a prospecitve dictatorship, where the truth is silenced, and freedom of the press is crushed. Through the fate of figures like Jim Acosta, the poem reflects on the heavy price of speaking out against tyranny and the loss of voice in a world where obedience reigns. A stark warning of what happens when dissent is erase...
Monday 3rd February 2025 9:24 am
Time of Swine
With their grunting and their oinking,
They parade around the pen.
For all their affectations,
They’re the angriest of men.
Their litany of grievances
Spawns shrill dishonest whine;
We’re living in the conman’s age,
This is the time of swine.
They soil your information
To camouflage their faults;
All traces of wrongdoing
Are locked deep down in vaults.
They...
Wednesday 6th November 2024 9:55 pm
Kicking and Screaming
The clowns and the madmen are led away,
Kicking and screaming, kicking and screaming.
The brand-new Bentley is brought out to play,
Factory-gleaming, factory gleaming.
The streets are swept free of the dust and muck,
Spit-clean and polished, spit-clean and polished;
Around lies the city’s ardour and luck,
Smashed and abolished, smashed and abolished.
As simpering rules...
Monday 26th August 2024 8:21 am
Strongmen
Let’s hear it for these little men,
Let’s hear it for the pompous twits;
Let’s hear it for their backward views,
Their entourage of nasty shits.
Let’s join them turning back the clock
And pumping rubbish in the air;
Let's make sure their election day
Is anything but free and fair.
Give them the room to swagger on,
As they bash human rights and gays,
And stru...
Saturday 8th June 2024 9:42 am
Ballot Box
With our hearty supermarket habits
And ways of democratic self-deceit,
We dodge the bullets to the ballot box,
Accepting our predictable defeat.
Brought up on true sportsmanship’s traditions,
We learn to take reverses on the chin.
We fight our corner and we know our rights;
We also know that we can never win.
In the eyes of those who hold the reins now,
There i...
Friday 3rd May 2024 8:52 am
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