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Easter Time for Palestine [Global Day of Civil Disobedience]
Easter Tuesday,
April the twenty-second,
in the Year of Our Lord
Twenty-Twenty Five,
Speak Truth to Power,
on a Global Day
of Civil Disobedience
in support of the people
(yes, they are people,
yes, they are human),
of Palestine,
a Global Day, chosen
to be around Easter-time,
an Easter time for Palestine,
in an effort to shame
those “Christian” by nam...
Monday 7th April 2025 9:53 am
Shot at dawn
drugged by morphine
the blue light comes to you
when the squad opens fire
the coward goes to hell
the officers are heroes
Thursday 2nd May 2024 10:15 pm
The First Lady of Strangeways
A Victorian street in Ashton
The home of Mary Ann
A married mother of two
Who hatched a cunning plan
Factory worker by day
And barmaid by night
She purchased a packet of Harrisons
To see off an infestation of mice
Topped her daughter for tenner
‘Epilepsy’ took her fellas life
She fancied the bloke ‘cross the road, so
Next she killed his wife
Peelers got sus...
Thursday 5th October 2017 3:36 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:34 pm
A poem for Ashraf Fayadh
Saudi courts, your rule of fear is finished
- the sentence on this poet negates your faith.
Your hollow incantation "God Is Great"
is plainly false if God can be diminished
by lines of verse. Should murder be admonished
to Ashraf Fayadh, forevermore his fate
will hold as evidence that you're afraid
of poetry. Frankly I'm astonished:
astonished that a land so steeped in culture,
in li...
Friday 15th January 2016 5:57 pm
Come Me Hither I, to Die
Good people of this Christian land,
Here before you now I stand
And come me hither I, to die,
For by the law condemned am I,
And not a word in protest muttered,
Let not a ‘treachery’ be uttered,
These lands demand my soul depart,
By pain of death and muted heart.
For at thy King’s pleasure, ‘tis true,
I soon, to take my leave of you,
I pass not blame, nor beg for life,
...
Saturday 1st June 2013 8:00 pm
Shot at Dawn
`
At nineteen you were still a child
hopping off to an aggrandised war
filled with romantic and exuberant air
At nineteen you travelled over the channel
to Mons, by the Belgian border marching
there receiving the horrors of humiliated retreat
At nineteen you went missing
first in Dublin taking leave wi...
Monday 25th April 2011 11:52 am
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