What Keeps Us Returning

What keeps the volunteer returning
three years,
three mornings a week?
The book of notes from each situation,
each client needing an appointment,
the way she wrote detailed and fast,
the surety in the typing of the reports
of what was asked, what advice was given,
impact and resolution,
the face to face and telephone work
of advice giving,
the quiet rhythm of ...

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It has a stubborn streak, the truth;

It does not bend to suit its time

Or cover up somebody’s crime.

Equivocation’s not its style.

 

Which makes it sad for the chancers

Who find the truth so hard to tell

And propagate their lies. Oh well,

Let them muddle through, for a while.

 

And those who enjoy pretending

Find that the truth gets in the way.

‘This should be c...

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The Fraud

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Such an edifying sight, were those poppies, this Remembrance Sunday,

on the Cenotaph railings, twenty times larger than life,

which were bunting-bedecked by flag-shaggers’ Union Jacks,

statements - or warnings - to “them illegulls, them immigrunts”

across the road - who’ve lived and worked here for as long as I have.

Rem...

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I am Palestine Action

 

Netanyahu said "jump", so we jumped,

we invaded Iraq, kissed his rump,

 

now in B.Liar’s Riviera del Blood,

morality’s trod in the mud,

 

his Majesty’s long streak of piss

makes Britannia a moral Abyss,

 

Palestine’s babies need Action,

kind words are no longer an option,

 

so, come and get me, you B.Liarite war monger

whose wea...

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In A Deal With the Devil, or The Scales of Justice Shattered, the poem condemns Donald Trump’s arbitrary pardons of over 1,500 criminals (the so-called J6), highlighting the dangerous erosion of justice under his unchecked power. This is a call to confront the corruption that distorts the law and undermines accountability, as power bends the rules to serve its own interests. A sing...

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Just to make myself perfectly clear from:

https://www.jewishvoiceforlabour.org.uk/

"To be a Jew means always being with the oppressed, never with the oppressors.”

Marek Edelman – last surviving leader, Warsaw ghetto uprising.

 

By way of contrast, this from Ntanyahu: “Israel is not a state of all its citizens… [but rather] the nation-state of the Jewish people and only them”. Israel...

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Why do lawyers often get such bad press?
It is because to every case they will always say yes.
For their clients they'll choose to take up the fight.
Regardless of whether they think that it's wrong or it's right.

Will they may make their speeches be harsh or to be funny?
Will they work off their bones if they just get the money?
They can prosecute or they can defend.
But will the truth m...

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Hey hello how do you work this damn thing

I never had a problem till you walked in 

What a shame i was a better man 

Then i let curiosity take its chance but its amazing do you agree 

Is the line busy 

Dont matter you grabbed me by the throat with a rope now im waiting on you to hang up on me 

Im the same one they left hanging when it was cold out chilling on the backstreet

No...

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All the pretence of innocence
The rules that one invents
Laws that must be seen to be
Beyond the reach of devilry

Those in power can circumvent
As they like, with full intent
Legal eagles can but try
To keep your vision from the lie

All in all I wonder when
We truly will have freedom again
Twisted knots of red tape can
Imprison every once free man

Number six once held the key
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Why silent you advocates
Anxiety must burden.
In your happy hours
Spending your monies.
‘Tis not us
You cry.
Water does not ripple
Without a breeze.

The wind carries the message
Groaning it’s truth.
Besmirching your reputation
Exposing your callousness.
Heralding your practice
Of assisting rogues.
To rob and steal
Property fairly purchased.

A gale soon comes
Wind of negligen...

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I called you

Mom from day one.

You called me

Shirley, sometimes

you called me Hon.

 

But I had

to let you go,

I had to say

"Good Bye."

But in my heart

I said,

"Mom please

don't die."

 

That was more than

ten years now.

Sometimes I

still cry. That ...

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