Poetry – My Culture – a poem about the struggle for freedom and equality.

Poetry – My Culture – a poem about the struggle for freedom and equality.


My Culture

The society we live in did not come about by chance; it was fought for every inch of the way by people with vision and aspiration. The peasants and serfs were kept in poverty but they were not stupid. The robber barons stole the land from under their feet and they were powerless. The wealthy businessmen stole their products through guile. The State enacted laws to protect the establishment and keep the poor in their place.

With the coming of the industrial revolution ordinary people were kept down. They were paid a pittance in order to keep the profits high. The bosses creamed off huge wealth while the workers slaved. The owners and aristocrats lived in mansions and palaces with servants while the producers of the wealth lived in poverty and working conditions that were scandalous.

Gradually the ordinary people fought for representation, fair reward for labour given and justice. Ever so gradually the work conditions improved and the wages rose. Each step on the way was met with bleating and violence. The establishment was loath to give up its luxury; they feared the result of suffrage for ordinary people. They believed we might change the laws to create fairness.

They give us as little as they think they can buy us off with. Only through the unions was a living wage grudgingly conceded. Their fear is revolution.

This society we live in is the result of struggle. The freedoms we have are tenuous. The establishment claw back all they can. The wealth still sticks with the elite. The trickle down is as meagre as required to keep us docile. Zero hours contracts, austerity, unemployment and pay freezes are deployed while the rich get richer. We are all in it together is a lie. Information is biased and distorted – the Daily Mail and the rest of the press, even the BBC are all part of an establishment. He who tells the story controls the minds. The media moguls have a vested interest.

Democracy is a fragile thing and bought with blood – lots of blood.

My Culture

This is my culture – the wisdom of my ways.

Suppression and oppression – the order of past days.

Freed into the sunlight – on a democratic wave.

Released from penury – and the status of a slave.


The blood of my forebears sinks heavy in this soil

They paid dear for a share of the profits from their toil.

They fought for their rights and freedoms against a selfish few

Who garnered all the wealth away and propped up many a pew.


This is my culture – the result of battles fought.

Standing up for rights – against a great onslaught.

Liberty and equality – to stand tall and not in fear.

Freedom from King and God – is a right that we hold dear.


From the wealthy, the bishops and the kings

We wrested back our freedoms, among a host of things.

They grudgingly relented to give the very least

And we seized the goods on offer from the Baron and the Priest.


This is now my culture – value it we must!

If once our eyes do stray away – they’ll fling it in the dust.

Rights and freedoms – are febrile in the light.

They’ll rip them away – they have the power and the might.


I give thanks to the Levellers, the Chartists and rebels all,

Without all their struggles we would not have a life at all.

The suffragettes and Wilberforce struck blows for equality.

They chipped away at oppression and left us democracy.


This is that culture – worthy of a fight!

Free of church and monarchy – valiant and bright!

A culture to be proud of in which I take delight.

Proud to be an Englishman and put the world to right!


Not as an exploiter, a victor or an owner with his fee

But as a friend, a fellow traveller, a champion of the free.

Together we could stand to create justice without tyranny

Take the best from all our cultures and live in harmony.


I offer the hand of friendship

But keep a wary eye.

Freedom is a very rare thing,

But seize it we must try!


Opher 18.8.2015


Opposition to a Third World War.

Unsurprisingly a number of people did not want to be victims of another world war. They did not like the idea of being fried or slowly rotting from radiation sickness. They were not too keen on a bit part in a chess game of geopolitics.

So while governments stowed their officials in underground bunkers in places like Holmpton, Withernsea, to conduct affairs following the war, arranged for Nuclear Bombs and Cruise Missiles to be deployed, organised our Polaris missiles, they protested!!

Good for them!  I don’t want to be fried either!

It hasn’t gone away! It’s just become quiet!

The nuclear shelters for our officials are much bigger, deeper, modern and sophisticated now. They are also Top Secret.

As a species I think we might well be quite insane!

Photography – The Nuclear Bunker at RAF Holmpton, Withernsea

If you want a chilling day out then go and visit  the Bunker at RAF Holmpton, Withernsea.

This Top Secret installation was built following the 2nd World War as, first a Secret Radar centre, and then a Top Secret Communications Centre.

The object was to run the country following a Nuclear War.

While the rest of us either fried or slowly rotted from radiation sickness a bunch of government officials and military would remain underground safely buried under tons of soil, with ten foot thick cement walls to protect them.

From these shelters they would assess the damage and then try to control the mad population and run the country.

I’ve lived most of my life knowing that a number of nuclear warheads are targeted at me.

It only takes a madman like Trump or Johnson to escalate a problem into a crisis and we are in the midst of a holocaust. Ho hum. It’s nearly happened a few times!

This experience really brings it home!

This was the technology to run a World War from!

This was the expected result! (Bear in mind – the boms are tens of times bigger now!)

This is a map showing the likely scenario of bombing!

They not only had food and water but entertainment – a dart board, snooker table, juke box and pub.

It hasn’t gone away!

Brexit Brexit Brexit – a poem!

Brexit Brexit Brexit


Brexit Brexit Brexit

Who cares what happens next?

Brexit Brexit Brexit

We’re getting very vexed!

Brexit Brexit Brexit

Just get out! Leave! Goodbye!

Brexit Brexit Brexit

We don’t care if we die!

Brexit Brexit Brexit

We’re just sick and tired!

Brexit Brexit Brexit

If you object – you’re fired!


Brexit Brexit Brexit

The madmen are in control!

Brexit Brexit Brexit

They’ve dug us in a hole!

Brexit Brexit Brexit

A bunch of fascist thugs!

Brexit Brexit Brexit

Treating us like mugs!


Brexit Brexit Brexit

They’re stoking up division! They’re stoking up the hate!

Brexit Brexit Brexit

Peddling their ‘No Deal’ and pissing on our fate!

Brexit Brexit Brexit

Xenophobia, nationalism, racism and extremes

Brexit Brexit Brexit

Someone’s making money! It’s never what it seems!


Brexit fucking Brexit

Another Tory mess! Another Tory dire fiasco!

Brexit Brexit Brexit

Courtesy of Cameron, Osborne, Farage and co.


Opher 12.9.2019

Brexiteer’s Rant – a poem

Brexiteer’s Rant


Give me rationing and the spirit of the Blitz

Let me live in an Anderson shelter and get ready for some hits!

Let me stockpile my medicines and watch the lorries queue!

I’m looking forward to poverty like all good Britons do!


I want to be ruled by a bunch of Eton toffs

Rather than the bloody foreigners to which our caps are doffed.

Who cares if our power wanes or the economy takes a dive!

We’ll be a banana republic but at least we’ll be alive!


Yes, we’ll lose some jobs and our kids won’t be able to roam.

We’ll put up all the barriers – we’re better off at home!

For we are all British! We’re bred pure and true!

For God, Queen and Country! – Nothing else will do!


Opher – 13.9.2019

Poetry – Strife – a poem about living your life in a way that improves the world.

Poetry – Strife – a poem about living your life in a way that improves the world.

I was listening to Bob Marley on the radio. It seemed to me that he made equality, freedom and justice the centre of his being and expressed it in all he did.

It was inspiring.

You can live your life happily and express your philosophy in all you do, with a smile.

For love, smiling and friendliness is not weakness and some things are even worth putting your life at risk for.

Tolerance, freedom, justice, equality and fairness are merely words. They implicitly carry respect and responsibility within their compass. But when those words are put into practice they produce happiness, harmony and love.

That’s the future I fight for with every word.

I won’t impose my views on you if you refrain from imposing yours. To argue is good. To listen is better. To respect each other is necessary.

I want freedom with a smile; tolerance with respect and no indoctrination.

I want humans living in harmony with the planet.

That seems worth basing your philosophy on.


All my life is strife

Until I achieve my aims.

For my philosophy has energy

With which to play the games.

Equality and frivolity

Go hand in hand;

Connecting a great wisdom

To the zest of the gland.

Freedom we feed on

As we strive to be heard.

For the power of a bomb

Is less than of a single word.

Tolerance is no offence

It is the basis of what is right.

To impose your will on others

Is not even polite.

Peace, love and happiness –

A cliché it is true.

But one on which to base a life;

A future for the world and you.

There is no rest

Until all wrongs are right.

Until that day

All life is a fight.

Opher 13.7.2015

Leonard Cohen – The Old Revolution – lyrics about the need to involve yourself. Life is a battle. We need to fight (non-violently) to make it better.

Leonard Cohen – The Old Revolution – lyrics about the need to involve yourself. Life is a battle. We need to fight (non-violently) to make it better.

This is a genius of a poem. There is so much in it.

Most people go through life without involving themselves. This is a plea to them to get involved. We have to fight and make our voices heard if we want the world to change for the better.

We have to do that despite the fact that there is no pure cause, that all our heroes are flawed, that we are sold down the river, that are goals are muddied, that our leaders are doing it for power and wealth, that we can never achieve what we would like. We still have to launch ourselves into the fray and try.

That is what life is about.

When we are young and full of idealism it seems pure and easy. Then we find we were betrayed by our heroes and used. But we still have to find a way to stay true to that idealism and carry on the struggle.

For me, no matter how perverted, there is a redolence to ISIS. All these silly young men and women fired up on religious fervour are being manipulated and used by a bunch of cynical people intent on sadism, power and sex. There’s no religious purity in it. They soldiers are indoctrinated, filled with lies and pointed at the enemy. They should wake up and use their idealism, to do something good.

While there is injustice, poaching of animals, war, torture, brutality, bigotry, fundamentalism, hatred, destruction of the environment, racism, misogyny and cruelty there is a war.

It is our duty to get involved and oppose it.

It only takes good men to remain silent for evil to exist.

“The Old Revolution”

I finally broke into the prison,
I found my place in the chain.
Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows,
all the brave young men
they’re waiting now to see a signal
which some killer will be lighting for pay.
Into this furnace I ask you now to venture,
you whom I cannot betray.I fought in the old revolution
on the side of the ghost and the King.
Of course I was very young
and I thought that we were winning;
I can’t pretend I still feel very much like singing
as they carry the bodies away.Into this furnace I ask you now to venture…

Lately you’ve started to stutter
as though you had nothing to say.
To all of my architects let me be traitor.
Now let me say I myself gave the order
to sleep and to search and to destroy.

Into this furnace I ask you now to venture…

Yes, you who are broken by power,
you who are absent all day,
you who are kings for the sake of your children’s story,
the hand of your beggar is burdened down with money,
the hand of your lover is clay.

Into this furnace I ask you now to venture…


It’s Scary!!!

Laws are broken,

Lies are told,

Division is stoked,

Democracy stifled,

Populist policies prevail,

The minority government ignores parliament,

We are now in a dictatorship,

Nobody oversees the government,

But the mad juggernaut careers forward

With support from a segment of society.

It is madness!!

This is Britain!

The mother of parliaments

The upholder of law and justice

Has become a laughing stock!

If a minority government can ignore the courts,

Ride roughshod over parliament

And not be subject to any checks

Where does this end?


Time to terminate Faith Schools and Madrassas!

Time to terminate Faith Schools and Madrassas!

Following David Cameron’s speech regarding the reason so many of our Muslim youth are turning to extreme, barbaric, violent ideology it is wise to look at the ways of solving the problem.

One of the main reasons identified for the turning to extremism was the lack of integration into British society and culture. Many Muslims felt excluded, threatened and marginalised. They did not know, accept or value the British values of tolerance, freedom and democracy. They felt themselves to be outsiders.

There is also the problem of indoctrination at a young age. Once an ideology is introduced at an age prior to the mind being able to assess its validity it is assimilated without being processed. This evil of indoctrination is pernicious.

Part of the answer is simple: shut the Faith Schools and Madrassas. We need our children growing up together with respect, tolerance and empathy. We need a shared set of values that goes across all faiths, races and creeds. We all need to buy in to the shared culture and contribute to its enrichment. We need inclusivity.

What we do not need is separation, isolation, differing values, and indoctrination.

If people are British they should be integrated. If they reject British values perhaps they should not be here. For Muslim children to be taken off after school to be indoctrinated is wrong. For Faith schools, including Hindu, Catholic and Protestant, to preach their ‘brand’ of religion to children too young to think is child abuse. It is as bad as the Creationists peddling their propaganda and distorted views to children.

Religion in schools is simply wrong!

Indoctrinating children is child abuse!

Education is a big part in the creation of shared values, integration, self-esteem, empathy, respect, thinking, civilised behaviour and a wider perspective. The evil suppression, misogyny, violence and barbaric intolerance of ISIS needs countering with a superior view of a harmonious, tolerant world.

Education builds a better zeitgeist.

I simply do not agree with the ridiculous idea that religion is somehow related to morally. I think ISIL, the Crusades, Inquisition, Pogroms and witch burning, to name a few of the atrocities carried out in the name of religion,  put pay to any attempt to equate religion with morality.

Neil Young – Rockin’ in the Free World – lyrics about social inequality, homelessness, drug addiction and the damage to society and children.

Neil Young – Rockin’ in the Free World – lyrics about social inequality, homelessness, drug addiction and the damage to society and children.


Inequality is the basis behind most of the world’s problems. The division between the have’s and have-nots is immense. The judgement of a good civilised country is how it treats its underprivileged, needy and disabled.

I was shocked by what I saw in America and what I see in Britain. There is a heartlessness in many people’s actions; they seem to believe that the homeless and down-and-outs deserve all they get. They should have worked harder at school, achieved higher qualifications, got themselves a job.

I am not referring to the hapless free-loaders. There are the scroungers who need to be made to contribute.

Before making judgements people should listen to the stories of the people concerned. There are many sad tales of neglect, abuse and disaster. Many are traumatised and unable to function.

There but for fortune.

The worth of a society is its benevolence. It seems that the greatest nations on Earth are content to have people living rough and scratching round dust-bins for food – as if they were vermin.

I think that is an indictment on those nations. It is cold, heartless and uncaring. We should be better than that.

The children brought up in the degradation created by poverty, desperation, prostitution and drugs will grow up to have a blighted life. It needs addressing and we are rich enough nations to address the issues properly. There is far too much greed and selfishness.

Neil Young highlighted the problems in this song. The ‘Free World’ should set an example and show the world how compassion is done!

“Rockin’ In The Free World”

There’s colors on the street
Red, white and blue
People shufflin’ their feet
People sleepin’ in their shoes
But there’s a warnin’ sign
on the road ahead
There’s a lot of people sayin’
we’d be better off dead
Don’t feel like Satan,
but I am to them
So I try to forget it,
any way I can.Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
Keep on rockin’ in the free world
Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
Keep on rockin’ in the free world.I see a woman in the night
With a baby in her hand
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away,
and she’s gone to get a hit
She hates her life,
and what she’s done to it
There’s one more kid
that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love,
never get to be cool.

Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
Keep on rockin’ in the free world
Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
Keep on rockin’ in the free world.

We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
We got a kinder, gentler,
Machine gun hand
We got department stores
and toilet paper
Got styrofoam boxes
for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people,
says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn,
got roads to drive.

Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
Keep on rockin’ in the free world
Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
Keep on rockin’ in the free world.