Notes:

•The title “The Great Stink” refers to the effects of sewage and refuse being dumped into the River Thames during hot weather in July and August 1858. One might ask: what’s changed in the UK, 168 years on?

 

•Joseph Bazalgette was a civil engineer whose subsequent work on sewers helped prevent further outbreaks of disease.

 

• “Pen and ink” is English rhyming slang for “st...

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The term "shite-hawk" is believed to have originated as military slang by the British Army in India and Egypt, as a derogatory term for the black kite (Milvus migrans), which was despised by soldiers for its habit of stealing food from their plates. (From Wikipedia)

The name Shite-Hawk is also believed to refer to its habit of rooting about in sewage. How appropriate!

 

So cruelly robbed ...

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I am like a broken record

With no home  

 

There won’t be any elections

 

And if there are you

Won’t count

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i feel

cleft.

clipped, like a coin

toward shapeless-

slim-shorn with some

numbing powder applied:

a morose cobblestone in some 

uniform place of gray

toothpaste in the mortar 

a daily bread

and the brushing like 

god's chess clock 

(its been on his turn

for a while now

since 1947

for a while now)

 

to know is to draw a wound 

from a well,

wa...

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Fascism-lovers,

those slow-boiled frogs keep smiling:

oops a daisy; splat!

 

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

dé Sathairn, an seachtú lá déag, Mhí Eanáir,

An Bhliain Dhá Mhíle is Fiche a sé

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Haud yer weesht, Farage,

 

Yer nae welcome in Scotland,

 

Hands off Glasgae’s bairns.

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Luimneach [Ar Neamhní go Hiomlán!

Case Null and Void!

 

 

Today, Kneecap showed bigotry the door:

The Fascists were kicked off the floor,

‘Cause Fascists can’t dance,

They look backwards, can’t advance,

Creativity just ain’t at their core.

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé hAoine, an seú lá is fiche de mhí Mheán Fómhair,

...

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Heaven can see what you’ve refused

to say, to do, through cowardice.

“Let the dead tend to themselves”, they say,

but what say you of innocent babes

who’re slaughtered daily as we speak?

Naught: to Zionism you’re beholden.

You live, but silent as the grave

remain: complicit in their pain.

You strut and pose upon a stage

That’s...

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The 1st stanza asks a question to which the answer is, of course, “No”. John Milton wrote Areopagitica, an argument against censorship.

Sadly, in the Britain of 2025, poets, artists, journalists, religious leaders and The Man on the Clapham Omnibus now face routine harrassment by the UK Government and the police, enduring arrest and imprisonment without charge or trial: and for what? for oppos...

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This parable is used here to portray Ribbentrop's mistake – especially his fatal misjudgment of the invasion of the Soviet Union in 1941, namely Operation Barbarossa.

On this day, eighty years ago, Nazi Germany surrendered to the Allied Forces, marking the end of a reign of terror that cost millions their lives. Yet today, as right-wing extremism rises again across Europe and beyond—w...

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Auntie’s headlines, written by talented people

with an awsome bent for creative writing,

create consent for anything, with their lies,

for genocide and ethnic cleansing, torture,

illegal invasion, theft of homes and land,

all at the expense of the British tax-payer,

(no, not the obscenely rich, they don’t give a damn!)

but the poorest, who can’t cough up for hospital beds,

...

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This is not happening

This you can’t see

The prison cells are filling

Whilst you digest the lies on TV

 

This is not happening

This you can’t see

 

You play deaf dumb and blind

Until you see

 

This is happening

This you can see

Your brother your mother your father

Taken away

Live on TV

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A dark reckoning with modern tyranny—this poem wants to expose two men who poison the world with greed and destruction. One plays the ruler, the other corrupts the discourse, both united in their pursuit of total control. Nature withers, truth is erased, and a submissive people remain silent—but there is an antidote. A searing call to resistance: brutal, unflinching, urgent.
 

He builds his th...

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The knock at the door will come,

As night follows night.

They come at this time you know  

When justice is out of sight

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There is a silence that is not silence
It is the air that refuses to enter
It is the footsteps that echo in empty corridors
the time that drags, heavy
like a body that no longer feels

Fascism does not come with noise
It comes with the absence of song
with the hand that closes around the throat
and says, "This is not pain. This is order."

But there is a light that insists
A tiny light...

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The limerick recounts Elon Musk’s modified Nazi salute during Donald Trump’s inauguration celebration at the Capital One Arena, drawing attention to the unsettling revival of fascist gestures in a modern political context.

There once was a mogul named Musk, Whose fame turned increasingly brusque. At an oath-taking spree, He gestured with glee, A shadow from history’s dusk.

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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...

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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

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Fascism needs tools.

Holocaust survivor banned

From speaking the truth.

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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,

...

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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 ...

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