poem 155

You stand proud, indeed

we plough the earth on deed

in turn she enshroud 

our community's with all we need 

As long we fracture not 

all life blooms entwined

life a shrine to hold all divine

So we all grow strong

under that radiant sun

While rain clouds bless us

for these see all as free

and give upon that deed 

enterprise is not greed

but infact life guaranteed 

the rich upon there hymns

sing rupture of straight lines

to divide all in mind

and so the land divides 

Now in bound we bleed

Just to feed wealths need 

here is, no end to greed

 

Now they privatised

all your hart and minds

with those insidious lines

To pollute all that shines

this dark, hides their crimes

for they broke the deed

that all life is enwinted

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/books/non-fiction/english-theft-countryside-taken-public-using-profits-slavery/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cecil_Rhodes

Etc

Poem 67

I saw your sun's face sink
to a pool of blood

I saw countless eyes
with no life upon them

I saw the soldier carry
one more bleeding lie

I saw a room of righteous
justify your doom

I saw paper covered wall
scream silver truth

I saw a nameless dead but
not one explanation

I saw the child's eyes
see their mother torn

I've seen this all happen before
as yet again the elite stand
untouched throughout it all



i wrote this poem after seeing the simple fantastic exhibition HUMAN RIGHTS HUMAN WRONGS by Marcelo Brodsky.
At the photographers gallery London
 http://thephotographersgallery.org.uk/human-rights-human-wrongs-4
he is giving a talk tomorrow 24/3/15  at the UCL
http://www.ucl.ac.uk/americas/ia-events/visual_human_rights_brodsky
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Poem 68

london who memorys barbed with your name

each as sharp and a touch just to bleed

looking up the sun blinds with an echo

of those who just simple want to know

and just to breath now declared  in secret

classed  a crime for you and me

as for home just made of tears each

one cast in crystal for permanent display

the poet speaks but his words are  foreign

thoe there  image shines a ring of perfect circle

but when did you ever not touch so deep

and each sealed with a smile upon paper bleached

and to the white night sky where  no trees lives

but below life breath invisible until the cold shows

and they dare to say this is no heaven for you and me

yes my guitar weeps from the painting now complete

but at the horizon my hart beats with the sea between

never to kiss or hold  the side of your cheek

yet in stone your name i wrote and of its love to me

as self titled elite cast are child to flames they need to feed

and when asked to explain they turn and say this is how heaven made

now deaf to screaming pitch thats made them so rich