This is Me
This is me
A pattern.
Every three months
I am reborn,
Every cell renewed,
Molecules
Replaced.
Nothing remains
Yet I am still the same
Though different.
Opher – 12.9.2020
Poetry – Extinction Rebellion I love you
Extinction Rebellion I love you
Sitting in the smoke of a burning world
As the deniers continue buying,
The producers go on producing,
And the rest of us give up trying.
One group defiantly stands
Against the absurdity,
Protecting the last tree,
Defiantly.
Extinction Rebellion
I love you.
You know there’s nothing left to do.
Bring it to a stop
As the last bird warbles
And nature’s for the drop.
We’re selling the world for baubles.
Standing on the rim of the Arctic desert
As the oilmen sink their well,
The politicians’ hard sell,
And all we can do is yell.
Only one group takes action
In desperate disbelief
Saving that last leaf
From grief.
Extinction Rebellion
I love you.
You know there’s nothing left to do.
Bring it to a stop
As the last bird warbles
And nature’s for the drop.
We’re selling the world for baubles.
Opher – 11.9.2020
Poetry – Capitalism Kills
Capitalism Kills
Capitalism is killing the planet.
We should all rise up and ban it!
A system based on wealth and greed
Is really not what we need.
Clawing up the earth chopping down the trees
Bringing the planet down to its knees.
There has to be a better way than this
For us all to co-exist.
Accumulating stuff and throwing it away
Without a thought for the very next day.
Sixty per cent of everything has already gone.
Something, surely tells us this is wrong.
There has to be a better way
For us to live together and be OK.
We’re killing all the creatures stealing their homes
To fill our front yard with garden gnomes.
Opher – 11.9.2020
Today’s Music to keep me SSSaaaNNNEEEE in Isolation – Andy White
Poetry – They come
They come
I heard them.
They moved quietly
But I heard them.
Rising up off my haunches
I signalled.
Our two mothers
Gathered up their children.
All looked to me.
Only one young buck
Stood questioning.
This was no time for confrontation
And he knew it.
I glared at him.
He backed down.
I led them all silently off,
Deeper into the forest.
I knew it might not be enough.
They would soon find where we had been.
They were clever,
Not easily put off.
I moved fast
Setting a pace that the weakest could keep up with.
They all followed behind.
They understood.
All we could do was hope.
Opher – 8.9.2020
Poetry – Sheep to the abattoir
Poetry – From Factory to Field
Poetry – What Makes a Goon?
What Makes a Goon?
What makes a goon?
Strutting in uniforms
With body armour and masks.
What makes a goon?
Behind their shields
With their guns and batons.
What makes a goon?
Following orders
Mindlessly dispensing violence.
What makes a goon?
Arm of the State
Merchants of terror.
What makes a goon?
Beating heads
Stifling protest.
What makes a goon?
Teargas and bullets
Terror and power
What makes a goon?
Mindless zombies
Faceless thugs.
What makes a goon?
Expressionless
Emotionless.
What makes a goon?
Instruments of tyranny
Never questioning.
What makes a goon?
Unquestioning
Vehicles of oppression.
What makes anybody want to give up their individuality, their ability to reason, and become an enemy of the people?
Opher – 7.9.2020
Poetry – Instruments of the State
Instruments of the State
In the middle of the night,
Snatching off crowded streets,
Storming through doors,
Crashing through windows,
Incarcerating,
Torturing,
Murdering
On behalf of the State.
Following orders,
Dispensing rough justice,
Intimidating,
Terrorising,
Hiding behind masks,
Safe within body armour,
Emotionally numb,
Minds blank,
Awaiting instruction.
Opher – 7.9.2020
Poetry – John Phillips – Clegged
I thought it was time for another poem from John.
Just imagine – if Clegg had not gone into coalition with the Tories. We wouldn’t have had all these disastrous years of Tory rule with austerity and Brexit. We wouldn’t have had Farage and Johnson. The Libdems would not have been decimated and Cummings would not be ruling the country right now!
What a better country it would have been. One decision and a whole domino effect!
Clegged
Signed a pledge
With empty talking.
Sold his soul
He’s Dead Man Walking.