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Socialist my Arse!
The starver hears but must ignore,
being answerable, not to the many,
but the few’s blood-lusting roar,
strings pulled with many a pretty penny.
lover he, of fascist shores,
solution final, they’ve demanded,
in hock to genocidal boors,
with filthy lucre he’s red-handed.
is there no arse he will not lick?
needs must that he stand by his man;
no conscience has that stan...
Sunday 20th October 2024 11:42 am
I Fear
I fear for the soil
The mother and
Child in tow
The gentle hello
To my foreign wife
I fear that when
She leaves the house
She might not come back
The bus stop is danger
The supermarket
The train
Walking down the streets
I called my own
But now they are “Theirs”
And we must be quiet and hide
Until my country comes back
Monday 5th August 2024 2:28 pm
SCARLET TRIANGLE
SCARLET TRIANGLE
Desperate bid
For re-election
Social media master plan:
Twist public perception
Of who the real
Public enemy is
The real dangerous mob
The real security risk
"And you shall know them
By this distinctive sign":
Scarlet triangle
Inverted design
Bright red as anger
Hardly concealed
Bright red as blood wrath
On these stree...
Monday 19th October 2020 5:13 pm
Democracy Died
Democracy died in the Senate chamber
When Supreme Court justice was never heard
Through a guileless force of legal obstruction.
Respect for law fell like old holiday garland.
A complacent nation did not demur,
Thinking true fascism could not recur,
Power transferred to a political poseur.
A complacent nation watched it’s legal destruction
And Democracy died.
They quickly forgot what they ...
Friday 26th April 2019 10:15 am
Intolerants not welcome
Intolerants not welcome - The battle of Lewisham 13.08.1977
An anti muggers march, called by mugs who wanted to spread hate
August thirteenth in ’seventy seven, history demands we mark the date
when South East London screamed out for black and white to unite and fight,
ensuring wronguns on right would never again be so bold or bright.
The backward Front was in for one...
Thursday 10th August 2017 7:04 am
Saint Hate
Saint Hate
The day he prayed to Saint Hate
was the day he lost his soul,
spat blood on the pavement,
pissed on the homeless,
broke bones for fun.
The day he prayed to Saint Hate
he surrendered his humanity,
lit a candle to the little god
who sat upon his shoulder
adding weight to the chip.
The day he prayed to Saint Hate
he put on the white hood,
...Friday 20th January 2017 8:28 pm
Last Hope Of Redemption
Colour me deeply in high tension blue,
like the power lines that hang over you,
show the charred remnants of fleshy pink
which hint at what washed away in the sink.
Days of weeks and weeks of days pass by,
all I can do is cling on until I cease to cry,
knowing that pain is a way of life for too many,
lost souls all searching for love - is there any?
Take the path ...
Sunday 8th February 2015 10:15 pm
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