Poetry Blogs (Fairness)
"Soro Soke" (Battle Cry)
It is the dawn we have been waiting for,
A dawn where darkness bows to light,
And the wicked at the feet of the righteous.
We are done with the silence,
We are done with the fake smiles,
We are done with hoping in their dead promises.
The giants have risen in the form of a youth,
Sunday 18th October 2020 1:58 pm
9 a.m on a dull Tuesday morning,
I walked with a heavy head,
I've been carrying this for a while now,
Something common to men of my status,
Scamperring at the feet of the scavengers at the top of the national bounty,
They come with tummies tucked inside and mouth full of fairytale,
But leave pregnant with our wealth,
And then hands it over as a heirloom to their kind.
Wednesday 14th October 2020 12:35 pm
In this world are we all different
Or are we all the same?
Don't we all deserve to have respect
And the right to have a name?
Do we not all have feelings?
Do we not all breath the same air?
Don't we all enjoy the same weather
In this world that we all share?
Do we not all have the right to be safe
And the right to feel secure?
And should this all last just f...
Thursday 22nd August 2019 7:54 pm
The need to post about this subject has been growing steadily since the story broke. I am of course referring to the American dentist and his murder of Cecil the lion. This event like a number before it (see Kony and his children army) has enraged the majority of people leading to a whole lot of tweets and Facebook rubbish. While this outcry is commendable it is sadly misplaced, self-righteous and...
Friday 31st July 2015 10:11 am
Wistful wanderings of my mind,
take me from stubble scratching
to thoughts of just how to unwind
the complex issues we face today…
Mankind is gifted with intelligence,
we know that is a truth for sure,
yet still pursues ancient grievance
that only serve to bring pain for more
Better that we stop and think of more ways
to shape a society where all give as they c...
Tuesday 24th June 2014 1:00 pm
Dream drunk, post punk,
who could see how far we'd sunk,
under the crazy bankers weight,
No politicians worthy of this state...
Once we had some national pride,
but under their greedy thumbs that died,
now we head for third world wages,
screwed by those on the city stages.
We really need to wake up soon,
before we enter perpetual gloom,
destined for slavery under filthy rich...
Sunday 2nd June 2013 6:44 pm