Presiding over food banks and a return to 1950s poverty.

Loading their chests of cash into the Cayman Islands.

Project Fear – all now Project Reality

All the issues so vehemently denied by Brexiteers and scurrilously labelled ‘Project Fear’ have come to pass. The shortages of HGV, the delays, the tariffs, the extra costs, the staff shortages, the Northern Ireland problems, the rising prices, the shortages of goods, the loss of expertise, the huge drop in trade, the difficulty of getting trade agreements. We’ve lost the ease of travel, the ability to live, work and study abroad. Our employment standards have dropped, salaries have dropped, and environmental standards and food standards have dropped.

Was this what you voted for?

They disguised the effects with Covid. It was all a pack of slogans and lies.

Taking back control has merely passed power to a bunch of incompetent nationalist extremists who have taken over the Tory Party.

Poetry – Resentment


Busloads of fat rich tourists

Unload and unload

In an endless stream,

In the land of

Poverty and dust,

Where each penny

Is precious.

In the land of minarets

And prayers

Where faith

Is the only hope,

They have to believe.

But these tourists

Have no faith

And little hope

But plenty of pennies.

So they are catered for

And their every whim

Is addressed –

At a price.

Perhaps the price

Is resentment.

Opher 20.3.2019

While tourism is greatly needed as a source of income for people who have so little, it is not a something that is always an easy relationship.

Bringing rich foreigners, with all their hedonistic values, in contact with a poor populace who have a prescribed religious lifestyle is bound to create friction.

Sometimes the resentment is obvious.

Brazil – Icoaracy – a poor town near Belem. Photos

We set off through the town, leaving the armed guards behind, looking for a bus to take us to Belem. Eventually we found one. It was cheap but took us on a roundabout route through every slum town on the way. I took some photos through the window as we went. It looked pretty dirty and grim, rubbish everywhere, rundown streets.

Poetry – It Doesn’t Have To Be Like This

It Doesn’t Have To Be Like This

It doesn’t have to be like this!

We live in a world of guns, shit and piss.

The world is run for a precious few.

The rest of us can go screw.

While kids play in the sewage and waste

Others live on luxury yachts.

It’s a disgrace.

The wealthy and powerful control what we do.

Take too much and they take it off you.

It doesn’t matter that they have it all

They always want more and you’re just a tool.

Without a thought for the future or the misery they cause

They take centre stage to milk the applause.

Heartless, cruel, thoughtless and mean

They take what they want with no in-between.

But it doesn’t have to be this way

There’s more than enough to go around.

We can build a fairer, kinder world

If we can just find the common ground.

There are many of us and they are few.

With one combined voice we can start up anew!

It doesn’t have to be like this!

Opher – 27.3.2021

Having travelled the world and witnessed the poor living in unbelievable squalor, the destruction of the natural world and the contrast with those with immense wealth, it all seems so stupid.

It doesn’t have to be like this.

There is more than enough to go round.

We do not have to destroy the natural world.

We do not need this gross inequality.

We can all be happy and not destroy the planet.

It needs better organisation.

Poetry – Gunboat Diplomacy

Gunboat Diplomacy

As project fear becomes reality

Threatening our neighbours with gunboat diplomacy.

Cameron and Osborne were quick to flee

Leaving us in the wreckage of what might be.

If this carries on we’ll be

Storming the beaches of Normandy.

Brainwashing from the Express and the Mail

Feeding us lies from nationalist hell.

All gobbled up without fail

By a bunch of people who can’t read too well.

Leading us off the rail

To cooperation’s death-knell.

You can forget collaboration

We’re on our own

Bought it on ourselves

As we start to moan.

As the prices rise

Have to take out a loan.

As the jobs evaporate

You’ll give out a groan.

‘Can’t get much worse’ I heard you say.

Think about that on your next pay day.

In zero hours heaven, no time to play.

While the millionaires are all making hay,

For you the skies only look grey.

So grit your teeth – it’s time to pay.

The Eton boys are running this show

Voted in with a Ho Ho Ho.

Taking back control to the status quo

So the rich get richer, the poor take the blow.

Building a country with a lot less dough.

For all us suckers it’s a world of woe.

Opher – 23.12.2020

War, war war. That’s the way it’s always been. Competition instead of collaboration.

A strong trading partnerships producing bonds leading to the longest period of peace.

The Anglo-Saxons, emanating from Germany, with blood of the French Normans, the Italian Romans, and the Nordic Vikings  creating a mongrel race called the British. Persuaded that they would be better off being apart.

Wealthy nationalists, who made a killing out of leaving, leading us.

To leave the benefits of Europe for the isolation of uncertainty.