Poetry – TV Evangelist

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TV Evangelist

 

With his hand upon the TV

He invokes Jesus and the scriptures,

Inviting the faithful followers

To join him in his raptures.

 

Fighting with the demons

He drives Covid from the sick.

All you have to do

Is present him with a cheque.

 

He drives in his limo

To his mansion on the hill.

Then to his waiting learjet

Servants tending to his will.

 

He wears the most expensive suits

And eats like a king.

In the business converting lost souls

Who’ll give him everything.

 

Preying on the stupid

Who all their lives did toil.

He’s the holy moly charlatan

The purveyor of snake oil.

 

Opher – 31.8.2020

Poetry – A Most Immoral Man

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A Most Immoral Man

 

He’s standing on the steps;

A most immoral man,

Looking for a photo op

With the bible in their hand.

 

A friend of infamous Epstein

With a liking for young girls.

He’ll peddle bleach and UV light

Or anything that sells.

 

For wealth and power

He’ll gladly divide the land.

Make us of anybody

Then sack them out of hand.

 

To find his past administration

Look inside a jail.

That’s where his bunch of crooks

End up, without fail.

 

The leader of the world;

A man of scurrilous character.

Friends with the worst of men

An evil man – so sinister.

 

Opher – 31.8.2020

Poetry – We don’t need experts

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We don’t need experts

 

We don’t need science.

We don’t need experts.

We can just guess the truth!

 

They don’t know anything.

They always get it wrong.

We’ve got the proof!

 

They are trying to control us

With their fake news.

The agents from the Deep State.

 

We know the earth is flat

And men walked with dinosaurs

And that Trump is great.

 

We’ve got our guns

And the bible to lean on.

We’re not going to be told.

 

Who needs education?

Just educated fools.

The bible is our gold.

 

Opher – 30.8.2020

Poetry – The Polling Booth

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The Polling Booth

 

Teargas, snatch squads and goons

From Portland to Belarus.

Tyrants, dirty tricks and lies

Oppose and they’ll cook your goose.

 

Campaigns, elections, rigged results

People take to the streets

Arrogant strutting fascists

Now peaceful protests ain’t so sweet.

 

Provocateurs, infiltrators, extremists,

Disrupt and undermine

Inflaming, orchestrating and blaming

Opening up the fault line.

 

Dividing, confusing, reinforcing

Until nobody knows the truth

All sides believing what they’re told

To sanctify the polling booth.

 

Opher – 31.8.2020

 

 

What starts as peaceful protest is soon taken over by extremists with agendas or those filled with hate and a lust for revenge.

The politicians deploy their goons to use force to clear the streets.

Violence, looting and aggression just play into the hands of those in charge who use it as an excuse, as justification for force.

The underhand tactics used by extremists to stir up trouble. Agents are deployed to incite, to cause damage, to undermine.

Peaceful demonstration turns into rioting.

People and events are manipulated, orchestrated, for political gain by cynical politicians.

It’s all about the polling booth.

Poetry – Bloody Hell Tolstoy!

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Bloody Hell Tolstoy!

 

Bloody hell Tolstoy!

You’re not writing once again?

There’s meals to cook,

Floors to scrub,

Put down your bloody pen!

 

But I’ve only written

War and ……….

I think there’s

More to come.

 

Just stop your blooming writing

And get up off your bum!

 

Opher – 29.8.2020

Poetry – The Career Interview

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The Career Interview

 

What dost thou want to be?

The man asked me,

As I sat upon the chair,

Turning on his computer

With great glee,

Running fingers

Through fading hair.

 

An oil tycoon,

I glibly said

Adjusting the beret

On my head.

 

What qualification dost thou have?

He asked me with a frown.

Now eyeing me

Suspiciously

As if I were a clown.

 

I told him I had three:

Tying knots,

Climbing trees

And making cups of tea.

 

We’ve nowt for you lad.

He whistled through his teeth.

 

No oil tycoon vacancies?

I uttered in disbelief.

 

I’m not asking for the earth.

All I want’s a gusher.

Why, Putin was a nobody.

Now he’s king of Russia.

 

Have you considered

Yon careers for thineself?

Like digging holes?

Or stacking shelves?

Or one of Santa’s elves?

 

No. My mind’s made up.

A tycoon I will be.

I answered assertively.

Alright he said,

Shift thineself

Come and follow me.

 

Opher – 29.8.2020

Poetry – A National Anthem

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A National Anthem

 

Equality! Diversity!

A diverse people of hybrid energy!

Fighting for fairness

Down the centuries!

 

Honesty! Integrity!

A proud people, compassionate and free!

Respect of Nature

With its immensity!

 

British!

Standing tall together.

British!

United in life’s endeavour!

 

Equality! Diversity!

A diverse people of hybrid energy!

Fighting for fairness

Down the centuries!

 

Opher – 28.8.2020

Today’s Music to keep me ASSNEEE in Isolation – Peter Le Farge

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Peter Le Farge was a Folksinger in the Greenwich Village sixties scene. He claimed to be a Native American Indian – but that is open to doubt. He was a rodeo rider and painter who tragically died in 1965 (a possible stroke or OD on sleeping pills).

He wrote a number of great protest songs about Native American Indians – was championed by Dylan and Johnie Cash.

Today I’m playing my Peter Le Farge.

The second track on here:

 

Poetry – Rise up!

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Rise up!

 

The government is planning

To take away your rights

To cut your pay and your holidays

They think that you won’t put up a fight.

 

Rise up! Rise up! Good people!

Rise up for what is fair!

Rise up! Rise up and unite!

Show them that you care!

 

The government is seeking

To drop the environment laws

To pollute your blood, your neighbourhood

And build on the great outdoors.

 

Rise up! Rise up! Good people!

Rise up for what is fair!

Rise up! Rise up and unite!

Show them that you care!

 

What becomes of the profits

That the bosses will draw down?

To the Cayman Isles for tax exiles

Anywhere out of town.

 

Rise up! Rise up! Good people!

Rise up for what is fair!

Rise up! Rise up and unite!

Show them that you care!

 

They think that you are sheeple

Not like your fathers before.

Who fought for rights despite the slights

And were sick of being poor.

 

Rise up! Rise up! Good people!

Rise up for what is fair!

Rise up! Rise up and unite!

Show them that you care!

 

 

Opher – 27.8.2020

Poetry – A Bonobo

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A Bonobo

I wish I was a bonobo

Playing in the trees

Without a hint of agro.

I could enjoy my life

Having lots of fun

As in days of long ago.

 

Full of peace and love

Without a hint of hate

To taint the dreams.

Civilisation as a bonobo

Would be as perfect

As a burst of sunbeams.

 

I wish I was a bonobo

Making love not war

And enjoying life.

Instead, I am a crazed chimp

A bipolar ape

Busy spreading strife.

 

Opher – 27.8.2020