poem 239

 

The far right rise

upon there chant of demise….

please treat us as scum 

see how we will come

As our beloved over lord

rapes our mother* like before

As we witness our father die** 

20 years before his time 

we will never whine 

Just feed us your divine

and that cheap red wine

Just feed us cheap thrills 

and that will to kill 

Just feed us a flag to wave

and that lie of the day

Just as long, you sing along 

from that gilded balcony in the sky 

we will never whine 

as you watch us die

20 years before are time

* https://www.theguardian.com/society/2023/may/30/nearly-70-of-victims-drop-out-of-investigations-in-england-and-wales

** https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/03/06/opinion/working-class-death-rate.html

poem 238

 

Splash of rain gleams off rainbows in dream 

while daisies yellow, waves on summer breeze 

to a leaf embracing the light of sweet nights

in turn, her very breath a gift, all life breathes 

As sunsets of tomorrow, are glazed in burnt red

but today a cloud above, offers a cover to hold 

as her smile through confused door, helps me new 

poem 237

 

Pity the nation whose people are educated to be sheep culled,

and whose shepherds misdeed them.

Pity the nation whose leaders must lie, whose sages must whisper,

and whose bigots feed your brainwaves.

Pity the nation that imprisoned humanities noble voice,

then praise conquerors who rule with force and torture.

Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own

and no other culture but a life cleansed .

Pity the nation whose breath is born into money greatest deed

and sleeps the sleep of forced fed glory .

Pity the nation oh, pity the people who rights the rich 

must always erode away 

Pity a nation born on genocide, then tortured their youth 

until insanity became the only reality 

Pity the human a nation, that raises there head and says 

love is best, all be it, our greatest test

I slightly edited  this poem just to give it better focus and clarity in reality ~ poem Lawrence Ferlinghetti re-edited by a dust 

(Book: Ferlinghetti's Greatest Poems https://amzn.to/49qBP5s)

(Art Credit: Lesley Oldaker)

poem 256

We built 

this town 

on the bones 

of genocide

Then we 

tortured 

our youth 

until are 

insanity 

became 

your reality 

poem 235

 

The stage is set, the characters cast 

and will do as functioned 

Always absence of hand 

no matter how far apart 

or claims your intellect made 

still your existence marked on chart

In conclusion made, a millennia, millennia ago 

How that hand was amused 

How that hand was payed 

How that hand was played 

Still and easily to groom you 

with myths fit for the likes of you 

written in stone 

written in ink 

written on a billboard forever in glow

and written in mirror shinning so darkly 

The stage is set, characters cast 

and will die as functioned 

The tales in child, printed in mind 

The fire bird or a singing fisher man

or street cleaner in mourning 

or titled saint printed in mind 

In conclusion made, a millennia, millennia ago 

No more than dust remains 

No more human than all

No more than finger pricked

Still and easily to groom you

with blood ringing on and on 

Under cold and empty stone

Under empty investigation  

Under clouds above forever in glow 

And under the stars shinning so darkly 

The stage is set, characters cast 

and will sigh as functioned 

poem 234

 

Together, gentle, do we sway 

as angels find there prey 

From high on heels, yes her heels

screams brighten on the wheels

while  the  poet  he bleeds again 

from the news which reels again 

numb, we  can't even  feel  again 

but together, gentle, do we sway

Together, gentle, do we sway 

as couples energise to a kiss

From high we feel, yes we feel

dreams broken on the wheels       

while  the  poet  he  bleeds  again 

from memories which reels again 

numb we  can't  even  heal  again 

but together,  gentle,  do we sway

poem 233

 

All is not well with our music 

he who dreams in harmony

Now classed a terrorist 

for how can weapons be sold

All is not well with our weather 

she who dreams in rainbows 

Now classed as a degenerate

for how can we privatise love 

All is not well with our land  

he who dreams in community 

Now classed as heresy  

for how can hate be sowed 

All is not well with our health 

she who dreams in tomorrow 

Now classed as insane 

for how can we consume today 

All is not well with our family 

we who dream in free will 

Now classed as abnormal 

for how can eugenics form you 

poem 232

 

The shadows around Conspirer 

upon her sin of a smile so proud 

When witnessed by all around 

a contagion from which explodes 

humanity proof as a rose 

For even fools know 

this unfolds power untold 

and wealth upon which they hold 

Corrodes upon golden thrones

and all there lies sold 

now for the world shown

And all upon a smile so proud 

And all upon a smile so proud