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No, Board of Deputies of British Jews,
you do not speak for her;
neither does the tool-maker’s son,
he does not speak for her;
nor you, Hotovely, you don’t speak for her…
…for that brave Jewish lady with a conscience
whose family died in The Holocaust,
who, in London, engaged in peaceful protest,
was harassed, arrested and detained
for twenty-four hours by a bored-...
Friday 17th November 2023 12:12 pm
As part of a long-running smear campaign against the elected leadership of the Labour Party, Dame Margaret Hodge accused Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn of being a 'fucking antisemite and racist'. For this she received a mild rebuke by letter from Labour's Disciplinary Committee. Hodge compared this harrowing experience to that of being a Jew in the 1930s. Norman Finkel...
Friday 7th April 2023 12:11 pm
Here I am,
The last man survived
Nobody left to console
None to share the pain
The only fool to withstand
It is raining since
The last bullet fired
Perhaps to wash out
Till a single drop of
Dead blood remains
Of all the memories
Of human legacy
From war a...
Sunday 12th February 2023 3:33 pm
Who, if anyone, will survive
to read our words?
Will they be found in an archive...
reductio in absurdum,
read in a nuclear winter-proofed bunker
by the very one who
on the grounds that the deterrent was not a deterrent?
Monday 6th February 2023 8:26 am
smiles so rare for her
not a welcoming face
fear in pale grey eyes
of warmth not a trace
appearances can fool
no semblance of fire
that beneath the skin
makes the mask a liar
stumbled into tinder
my chimney smoking
horned into bonfires
deception is stoking
inner magma outed
slow magnetic glow
mechanic love only
imagination can sow
Tuesday 29th December 2020 10:36 am
Pretty much the only poem I have that is appropriate for Holocaust Memorial Day.
(Artwork: "Rabbi Loew and the Golem", from "The Prague Golem: Jewish Stories from the Ghetto", ed. Harald Salfellner, Vitalis, 2016. The artist is uncredited)
For centuries I’ve lain here undisturbed,
this synagogue’s hushed attic my bedchamber,
the life-spark in me stilled...
Monday 27th January 2020 10:24 pm
For those who are alive
To see the British newsreel
And remember the spring of 1945.
The British army entered Bergen-Belsen,
The heart of Germany -
The town of beauty and harmony.
Neat gardens, rich farms, …
All around seemed to have only charms.
English soldiers began to admire the place,
In any case, up to the moment
When they felt the smell.
It looked lik...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 8:57 pm
Listen not unto the lie that stings the lips.
Witness not the act that stays a pitied mind.
Speak not of the hatred that will crack the whips.
Let not those insidious be here enshrined.
Trample not upon the freedoms of your kin.
Take not which was never here for you to own.
Read not of the bitterness that splits the skin.
Write not of the malice that shatters the bone.
Reason with the ...
Tuesday 15th July 2014 11:22 am
Forever let this place here be
A warning to humanity,
A cry of despair, suffering;
Death in total, unrelenting.
Forever let its soil be bare,
For life shall grow not anywhere,
This place, a scar upon the face
Of mans wickedness, mans disgrace.
Forever let this place here stand
As evidence of evil planned,
A barren wasteland, void of hope,
Where many left in clouds of sm...
Saturday 19th October 2013 4:10 pm
By the dull electric lamp
arose a vision so intense,
undimmed by squalor, stench and damp
in that Polish prison camp.
Emblems of their offence,
pink triangle and yellow star,
tattoo just below the sleeve
a hunger for tomorrow,
for reprieve. A hope that
what began in sorrow
would not end in grief.
Saturday 22nd June 2013 4:58 pm
Pitiful the morsels for the feeding of the rats,
Dished out unemotionally by vicious little cats,
Like vermin, out the rats they come and scurry back to hide,
Whilst all the while the fat cats feast voraciously outside.
In the darkest corners of the high walled city streets,
The rank and rotten souls of human waste claw to compete,
Shuffling through th...
Friday 10th May 2013 4:17 pm
And fall to my knees.
The earth is cold tonight, my sight
Is sorrowed as I place my hands on its frozen surface,
No furnace to warm me, but bereft.
Here, on the borrowed hour
Of my death.
The frost seeping through my clothes
Chills my bones, I am lost here, alone.
The precipice in front of me is wide, and deep,
But full. I keep my head dipped,
Knowing they wat...
Thursday 21st March 2013 9:59 pm