Holy Monday It was riddled with corruption and guilt, that temple in Jerusalem, No one could come and feel beloved excepting the moneyed leadership. —– The tables were out and wares bought, in that holy courtyard, In poverty they came where exploitation capitalised on the hungry poor. —– Pitiful returns on money exchanged, and the… Continue reading Coercion and Corruption
Tag: performance poetry
The Poor paying for the Rich
He looked into his wallet and then into the face of his children. Oliver looked out from their faces, thinned and paled by hunger, Their sad eyes looked at under woolly hats and coat covered arm hugs. — His eyes watered and his empty belly grumbled as he opened the last dull can of beans,… Continue reading The Poor paying for the Rich
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Mercilessly the virus pursues us and prunes life on earth, Masks are worn and relationships torn and born on the net. Massive queues by the hospital to see the overworked staff. Moment by moment worsening ’til Covid conversations are Mixed with Christmas Greetings and curtains closely drawn. —— Many people are working to avoid the… Continue reading M
Save the Life of a Child
You looked at them and paid,
you did that thing to
The Truth is no Truth at All.
The Truth Really Hurts
It’s not time to ring in the truth because it hurts.
I have been scalded by the truth as it works into
my gut and leaves the guilt lurking nauseously,
clinging to my brain until I am rendered a kindly
repentant soul again and say those words so very
hard but oh so very healing and achingly appealing,
‘I am so sorry.’ I did wrong.
Yet he clings to his lies and dominating ties to the
powers that abuse and misinform, misremembering
the things that happened, recorded in the press and
filmed for the television, so a mission for omission is
pressed ahead so that he can fib to avoid the gibes
of the journalists, newsreaders and nervous onlookers.
He stares and stumbles and cites, ‘We did not do right,’
But he did wrong, so we long for him to be gone for
we wrote it in our tweets and it was heard in our claps,
cheering the NHS as people sowed up their curtains to
make PPE and masks while doctors and nurses sickened,
and without the cover caught the dread disease, and died.
Companies offered to make them double quick but he
said his friends would do it better and some would
arrive from China, but now he says he lied for there
was always enough PPE for everybody. But sound out
the nurses barely breathing on ICU, staff battered as
Covid19 prowled and used the lack of protection to
pollute and pick its victims, and so the fit shouldered
the burden til exhaustion and poor equipment and a pack
of Shylocks, as well deaf ears to the knocking on the door
by the wise, wilfully ignoring and saying they were boring,
failed to save their nation by isolation, and blocking
the locking which soon was clocking deaths in their
thousands. He gambles and it’s a shambles as he still
rambles on til thousands upon thousands died and now
people stumble through the night of their pain seeking
operations, chemo and the right treatment for other
diseases because they just wanted to ease their minds
and behind close doors grumble and mumble over the
rising tide of anger as they feint and paint their actions
like children who cannot face blame, so they shame
someone else and fail to tame their own greedy eyes
and those of their mates who got special rates so that
#MeToo Reclaim the Streets
beastly distance as they cruelly chant, they
swore, called us whores and aimed at our
cores where we kowtow to a male society, that
never passes any laws. do the police even try
to work for our cause, show them iron doors
close their jaws, quieten their roars, for men
They have a dream.
I have a dream, one cried. to subjugate and sully the lives of all those who are not like me. —— I have a dream, two cried. to bully and bait each and everyone who cannot be treated in my equality. —– I have a dream, the third said, to have power and control, to… Continue reading They have a dream.
A Little Child Will Lead Them.
I looked and saw thousands of children, spilling over the land, their eyes all alight and shining; bright as the sunlight on the bright blue sea. —— They danced and sang as they came, and their many hued faces laughing with delight – for these are cheerful children favoured by fortune . ——— I turned… Continue reading A Little Child Will Lead Them.