Tuesday, 26 July 2016

From the bottom of my broken heart

Today, I couldn't help but write about the fact that Theresa May has cut the post of Minister for Syrian refugees and reinstated Detention Cenres for young people migrating. This seems to be widely under-reported, but it can be found on The Guardian

I didn't hear it on the news today,
So early in her tenure, Theresa May
Scrapped the staff members for refugees
And reinstated detention for children at sea.

I tried shouting out but my worn heart told me
People are tired of missionaries,
Armchair politicians and misery too,
So now I'll stay quiet while violence ensues.

Let's tape up our mouths and close our eyes,
An 'us' and 'them' mentality testifies
We should save our feelings while victims of war
Are told by our leaders to stand at closed doors.

So now, from the bottom of my broken heart,
I think of those souls and another false start.
Let my feeble words fall to a digital page,
They say this is a game, but it's not in my name.



Wednesday, 20 July 2016

New Micropoem: Love Hard & Live in the Light

We look back on sands of time
Love; a neon scaffold to climb 
Beams night skies beacon-bright 
Says climb up, love hard and live in the light.



For more micropoems, swing by here



Thursday, 7 July 2016

In memory of Alton Sterling, Philando Castile and too many souls

A wee poem based on this heartbreaking news. When will this stop?







They got me mama, like you said they would.
Didn't know a busted tail-light could
End up in ending my life too.
Kept my head down and moved on through,
'cause life just ain't the same in my skin.
This life is just a game, and they'll  always win.


They got me mama, 'cause I was getting ID.
I pulled over, but that wasn't enough of me.
They had to see the blood outta me was red,
And now they have, the street my deathbed.

If only they'd just open their eyes and see
This life is just a game to them, but it wasn't to me.

They got me mama, they held me down
In the car park just outside town.
And when they knew they had me pinned,
He reached for his gun and claimed I'd sinned.
And didn't stop 'til I was hit,
This life is just a game, you live on your wits.

They got us family, like so many before.
To them, our deaths are a revolving door.
And they call it justice and they call us free,
And pretend they understand equality.
And we wish we could say we'll be the last ones,
This life is just a game, but it's a fixed one.



Wednesday, 6 July 2016

The Chilcot Report: What we're looking for



The Chilcot report is finally out,
We place our bets, concern and doubt
On just what it was that was done in our name.
A semi-automatic, roulette game.
When thousands marched through London streets,
Between signs, petitions and cold concrete,
The message was received and understood,
But ignored, as they claimed the greater good
Was still to go to war,
This is what we're looking for.

In the 2002 Dossier,
The foreword written by Tony Blair
Claimed they'd established 'beyond doubt',
Chemical weapons were coming out
Of Saddam Hussein's war factory.
And therefore, people couldn't be free,
Unless we went to war.
This is what we're looking for.

It wasn't until 2004,
Lord Butler said justifications for war
Were based on doubtful evidence,
A war of conjecture and pestilence.
Today we find out the memo trail
Between Bush and Blair that will detail
A certain desire for war,
This is what we're looking for.

Mr. Campbell 'defends every single word',
Including that it had been heard
Weapons could be deployed within the hour.
But a BBC Report soon turned things sour,
When it claimed they knew this was untrue,
But it sexed up the case for us to
Head straight into that war,
This is what we're looking for.

The source; Dr. Kelly, in a matter of days,
After talking to MPs passed away,
And then the enquiry that ensued,
Claimed the Dossier wasn't imbued 

With unreliable evidence,
And what about the consequence?
Questions were raised on Jack Straw,
His evidence, and furthermore,
He recently said that though it seemed right,
Now, with the benefit of hindsight,
The whole basis for war turned out to be wrong,
The process of peace and its swan-song,
As they called us into war,
This is what we're looking for.

The soldiers who were under-equipped,
Suffered in ways they couldn't predict,
When resources started to run out.
And before long, they went without
The things that ensured they'd survive.
So further painful loss of lives
Were claimed by that very war,
This is what we're looking for.

Within Iraq, a war-zone vacuum
With no reconstruction, was consumed
By corruption and insurgency,
And lifetimes of fear and uncertainty.
This 'illegal' war, as Goldsmith had claimed,
That destructed, injured, killed and maimed
Will today be held up to scrutiny,
But what about the bereaved families?
This is what we're looking for,
Ever closer to the next war.

Tuesday, 5 July 2016

In Support of the Teachers Strike



Today on the picket line,
Our Teachers tell us 'no, it's not fine.'
Children pushed through a factory line,
Manufactured down a certain line,
The Teachers tell us 'no, it's not fine.'

Uniformed and standing in queues,
Talked at for hours, no need for a muse
When every ounce of creativity

Is squeezed, because it's 'pedagogy'.
When there's no need for other culture's creations,
It's a hollow pursuit, this self-realisation.


And today in austerity,
There appears to be disparity
Between MPs claims on investments made,
And reality as resources fade.
Bound up in layers of red tape,
And a shifting, complex social landscape.
Yet, we're told the strike's 'unnecessary',
While equality becomes more fragmentary,
The fragments of our future.

Today on the picket line,
Teachers hold up handmade signs,
That tell us 'no, it's not fine'
That children aren't invested in.
And now, we need to sit up and listen.

When Things Fall Apart

A little poem on coming together in the current social climate X


When things fall apart we seek answers and quick.
We seek to take a stand, throw mud and make it stick.
We seek to simplify and ratify,
Agree only with those who comply
With our own views,
From skewed news,
And there's never enough loving.

When things fall apart we seek out the extremes.
We seek those who take our vision and promise it's not just dreams.
We seek to classify and rigidify,
Engage only with those who amplify
Our own voice,
From limited choice,
And there's never enough loving.

When things fall apart we seek out explanation.
We seek end points not journeys of exploration.
We seek to vilify and objectify,
Listen only to those who justify
What we want to hear,
Exiled in fear,
And there's never enough loving.

When things fall apart we need to seek inside.
We need to seek views including polarised.
We need to indemnify, qualify, beatify each other,
Because when it all comes down to it, we only have one another.
And within us, there's no shortage of loving.

Monday, 4 July 2016

Bombing in Baghdad

Written in tribute to the victims of  the Baghdad Bombing




It was hard to see terror in Baghdad 
From a rainy London rooftop.
Still reeling, feeling we'd been had
By politicians on the hop.

Between showers every hour,
Shuffles, resignations, fallouts,
On breaking news from BBC Towers,
Seemed something we could do nothing about.

Sometimes, overwhelmed we almost delete
Certain items from the newsreel.
Under pressure, turning up the heat,
And caught up in the latest spiel.

And explosions in the sky
Were a pretty idea as a child.
But explosions in the eyes,
How are they reconciled?

IS have officially claimed the attack,
They're still digging the rubble for loved ones remains.
It's the worst in almost a decade in Iraq,
Whole families killed and unimaginable pain.


We don't hear so much when we're not under threat,
But today I wonder at a mother's tears.
Is it a matter of time 'cause no one's free yet,
And today, I wonder how many years?

And explosions in the sky
Were a pretty idea as a child.
But explosions in the eyes,
How are they reconciled?

Friday, 1 July 2016

Immigrants 'ey

This poem was inspired by these sad times and the most powerful piece of comedy I've ever seen Stewart Lee on Paul Nuttall and the UKIPs - treat yourself and check it out! X




“I don't like to say it but the bottom line here
Is the problem is all the immigrants we have here”
Said the Normans when the Huguenots arrived,
And with them, the silk weaving trade too arrived.
And their churches provided support for the poor,
“I mean, we were better off before.”

“I don't like to say it but the bottom line here
Is the problem is all the immigrants we have here”
Said the Medievals in the anti-Flemish attacks
Of the Peasents Revolt, taking their Country back
Against those who developed their agriculture.
“I mean, they’re not the same, what about my culture?”

“I don’t like to say it but the bottom line here
Is the problem is all the immigrants we have here”
Said the Tudors with the new fiscal category,
When the ‘aliens’ were counted by local men juries.
The ones who had progressed their craftsmanship,
“I mean, that's fine and well, what about citizenship?”


“I don't like to say it but the bottom line here
Is the problem is all the immigrants we have here”
Said the English when the Irish first arrived,
But English were Germanic since Romans arrived
Before the Vikings when they guarded the Celts.
“I mean, enough now, we should tighten our belts.”

“I don't like to say it but the bottom line here
Is the problem is all the immigrants we have here”
Said the wealthy owners who were buying slaves,
To maintain their houses and bankroll trade
That would ensure the industrial revolution.
“I mean, it's their fault, that’s the only conclusion.”

“I don't like to say it but the bottom line here
Is the problem is all the immigrants we have here.”
Said the mixed-heritage Brits when World War I was fought,
You know, the one that over a million Indian people fought,
They were on the frontline of the allied side.
“I mean, it's getting silly now, we'll have to turn this tide.”

“I don't like to say it but the bottom line here
Is the problem is all the immigrants we have here”
Said the mixed-heritage Brits when the call-out was made
For a workforce to sustain collapsing labour trade
To Poland, West Indies and Italy,
“I mean, now they're really getting in, what about me?”

“I don’t like to say it but the bottom line here
Is the problem is all the immigrants we have here”
Said the mixed-heritage Brits when Workers were recruited
To provide labour for industries that were best suited
To aid post World War II recovery.
“I mean, they’re all over here now, after our money!”

“I don't like to say it but the bottom line here
Is the problem is all the immigrants we have here”
Said the mixed-heritage Brits when bankers arrived
To ensure our financial sector thrived
From Australia, New Zealand and South Africa.
“I mean, how much is this costing per capita?”

“I don't like to say it but the bottom line here
Is the problem is all the immigrants we have here”
Said the mixed-heritage Brits when clinicians arrived,
To ensure our treasured NHS survived.
And while they were busy saving lives,
“I mean, let’s take England back, we’ll survive.”'

“I don't like to say it but the bottom line here
Is the problem is all the immigrants we have here”
Is a line that I heard yesterday,
And I'm pretty much out of words to say.