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The Stage of Deceit
Donald Trump Jr. resorts to grotesque manipulation in his latest PR stunt in Greenland, exploiting the homeless and downtrodden to create an illusion of support for his father. This cold-hearted scheme reveals a family willing to go to any lengths for a false image—no matter how embarrassing or degrading. The staged scenes in Nuuk, with homeless people wearing MAGA hats for a free meal, expose a d...
Sunday 12th January 2025 6:43 pm
Titans of Greed
This poem is supposed to be a fierce indictment of unchecked wealth and power, calling for justice against those who exploit their riches to dominate and oppress. It warns of the consequences of greed and challenges readers to act decisively, through solidarity and systemic change, to dismantle the influence of the ultra-rich and restore equity.
The richest rise, their coffers swell,
While ...
Tuesday 7th January 2025 2:37 pm
SURROGATES
We are the surrogates, when mother's milk ends
we take over, weaning on objects of desire
when liquid turns to gold.
Mummy and Daddy consume and so
it will be with the little ones
small models of a greater future
we'll start them with
soft toys then as their awareness grows
dress them up in more grown up clothes
show them heroes
the American Dream
sweet dreams...
Tuesday 28th July 2015 7:04 pm
SURROGATES
We are the surrogates, when mother's milk ends
we take over, weaning on objects of desire
when liquid turns to gold.
Mummy and Daddy consume and so
it will be with the little ones
small models of a greater future
we'll start them with
soft toys then as their awareness grows
dress them up in more grown up clothes
show them heroes
the American Dream
sweet dreams...
Tuesday 28th July 2015 7:04 pm
SURROGATES
We are the surrogates, when mother's milk ends
we take over, weaning on objects of desire
when liquid turns to gold.
Mummy and Daddy consume and so
it will be with the little ones
small models of a greater future
we'll start them with
soft toys then as their awareness grows
dress them up in more grown up clothes
show them heroes
the American Dream
sweet dreams...
Tuesday 28th July 2015 7:03 pm
Turning Over Tables
(Poem dedicated to the Liverpool Tate art gallery which has chosen to buy and display this piece of abusive exploitative art)
Sometimes I wonder if I'm wearing the right glasses
wrong glasses
wrong lens
or wrong vision?
All around me
people see things
differently -
depersonalise
rationalise
intellectualise
forgive
the unfo...
Monday 16th September 2013 3:21 pm
You can't Streep poverty under the carpet... - NaPoWriMo Day 9
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on th...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
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