Poetry – No Lives Matter

No Lives Matter

 

This is the West

All that matters is the loot.

We’re pawns in a game,

Under the master’s boot.

The masters happen to be white.

Their rule is absolute.

There’s a pyramid

Of priority.

At the bottom are all the creatures.

A hierarchy of importance,

Where, if you’re human,

You’ve got to have the right features.

I have white privilege

On account of my skin.

Equality is a rude word,

In fact, it’s a sin.

Racism’s a tool they use

To divide and rule.

To give privilege to one race

While treating us all like fools.

All that really matters

Are the wealthy elite.

They’ll blast us, poison us

Brainwash us

Til we fall down at their feet.

If you want to change the system

You’re just commie loons.

They’ll allow you to protest

And then send in the goons.

They foster division.

If we’re at each other’s throat

They’ll go unnoticed,

So they can rake it in

And gloat.

No lives really matter.

As long as we purchase all their tat.

As long as the cash rolls in

That’s the end of that.

 

Opher – 2.7.2020

Poetry – The Train – a poem by John Phillips

Train

 

Come to the station and get on the train

Queue for your ticket and get on the train

Follow your leader and get on the train

This is the train, this is the train

Follow your leader and get on the train

Brexit is Brexit, cancels Remain

Cancels Remain, this is the train

Kick out the immigrants, blacken their names

Blacken their names, this is the train

Rampant austerity, swallow your pain

Swallow your pain, this is the train

Privatise everything, this is the game

This is the game, this is the train

Even the media s riding our train

Riding our train, this is the train

Something for nothing, someone to blame

Someone to blame, this is the train

Follow your leader and get on the train

This is the train, this is the train

Follow your leader and get on the train

Woohoo.

Today’s Music to keep me SANE in Isolation – The White Stripes

I thought I needed a bit of energy today. The White Stripes are quite a strange duo. Drums and raw electric guitar. There was something raw and earthy that I liked about them. They had energy. I saw them live in Bridlington and they really rocked.

So today I will play some White Stripes.

Poetry – The Silly Bleeder

The Silly Bleeder

 

‘Build! Build! Build!’

The windbag roars –

A cheerleader

Who thinks he’s a leader.

 

His mind set on the economy

‘Bounce forward’

She urges –

The silly bleeder.

 

But his big promises

Are just rhetoric,

Without finance

As a job seeder.

 

Pouring money into the pockets

Of his profiteering

Chums

For he’s an elite feeder.

 

Opher – 30.6.2020

Today’s Music to keep me SANE in Isolation – The Tom Robinson Band.

They were one of the most political bands to come out of the Punk Movement. I found them very exhilarating and superb live!

So today I’m playing Tom Robinson!

We’re in those days again – better decide which side you’re on!

Poetry – Dreaming Among the Stars

Dreaming Among the Stars

 

In a world of ice and fire

Green blossoms.

In a world of rock and water

Life flourishes.

Born of electricity and gamma

X-ray and UV;

Melding elements into mind

A freak of chemistry.

A game of cosmic chance

Playing a merry dance.

Hitching a ride on a giant

Ball of iron.

To spend a period of forever

Dreaming among the stars.

 

Opher – 29.6.2020

Poetry – A trail of corpses

A trail of corpses

 

Tree by tree                       pond by pond

Ditch by ditch                    field by field

Hedge by hedge               bush by bush

Verge by verge                 copse by copse

 

We chop, we culvert      we cut, we mow

We fill, we build              we rip, we bulldoze

We burn

 

Without a thought

A thousand tiny cuts

Leaving a trail of corpses

 

Opher – 27.6.2020