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 77

i was taught how to build communities

but never did they say

the cancer that stands in the way

for church who has franchised out

to Mi5* who makes sure you're never sure

to the law who judge the poor will never escape

to the banks who steal in the guise of greed

to the media who stand and claim your imagination

to the capitalist who consume all you do

to the preacher* who makes hate look so great

to the tory* party whose politics divine rules over you

to the royal family whose title creeds they own your sovereignty

to the newspapers who to tell you nothing new     

to the E.C.O. machine* who blinds are greatest minds

and the church when asked to explain

turns and says, this is how heaven made

now deaf to the screaming pitch

of their very own,  man* made, apocalypse.

tory = this is the definition of any right wing government

Mi5 = CIA or any spy group that is run by religious  men/woman

E.C.O. machine = Eton Cambridge Oxford machine of intellectual control & ownership

preacher = and rabbi, Imam.

men = and women

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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