Poundland Trump the Millionaire

Like Trump he claims to represent working people while lining his own pockets.

Like Trump he blames immigrants not Billionaires.

Like Trump he puts forward black and white answers to complex problems.

Like Trump he’s in it for himself.

Like Trump he wants to create division and hate so he can gain power

He’s already cost us £37 Billion ayear with all his lies over Brexit.

How to be Altruistic!

What they are really doing! Control and Profit!

Capitalism

Poetry – Everyone’s a Whore

Everyone’s a Whore

Everyone’s a whore

                We just sell different aspects of ourselves.

Some sell their time,

                Some parts of their body

                                And some give their whole lives.

How much is an hour worth?

                In a factory?

                                In a hospital?

                                                In a sweat shop?

In the House of Lords?

How much for a kidney?

                For silicosis?

                                For a heart attack?

What’s the price

                For a lifetime

                                Spent in

                                                Prostitution?

Opher – 3.3.2022

Once we lived naturally, in tune with nature, part of the cycle.

Then we invented agriculture and complex societies.

Our natural lives were no more.

We sold our time.

We sold our bodies.

We exacted a price for everything we did.

Life was prostitution.

Poetry – Animals Burn

Animals Burn

While animals fry and fires burn

                The perpetrators never seem to learn.

Lands flood and other lands dry

                But some people never ask why.

So, profits are made and trees fall

                And they do not care at all.

The lies are spread in a cynical way

                And the future looks decidedly grey.

Green laws are repealed,

                The truth concealed,

Money stashed,

                Habitats crashed.

Time for the great backlash!!

                OUR PLANET IS WORTH MORE THAN HARD CASH!!!

Opher -14.1.2020

Environmental laws are repealed by politicians with vested interests – in a never-ending quest for wealth and power.

Through bribes, through threats and through self-interest, the laws are made.

Without environmental consideration more money can be made, the economy grows, there are more jobs, more wealth, more profits for the rich.

Yet there is a cost.

The cost is the planet.

As forests are destroyed, animals habitats flattened and the land and water becomes polluted the whole planet suffers.

We pay for the removal of environmental laws with tainted air and water, more illness, global changes, climate change and the destruction of nature.

‘Daddy, is it true that there were once tigers, elephants and chimpanzees?’

Poetry – Selling the Future

Selling the Future

Roll up! Roll up!
We’re giving it away!
Get a bargain! Make a killing!
We’re giving it away!

Don’t miss out on this bargain!
It won’t come round again.
Your chance to make a fortune
You only need half a brain!

Buy yourself a trophy!
Shoot a chimp for fun!
From the safety of your truck
Exercise that gun!

Clear a big plantation!
Get rid of all those trees!
Lots of money to be made
From such a clever wheeze!

Open cast a mine or two
Dump your spoil at sea.
Who cares about a fish or two?
Plenty dosh for me!

Roll up! Roll up!
We’re selling your tomorrow!
When it’s all gone
We’re not certain what will follow.

But who cares anyway?
Who cares about the world?
If every last creature’s dead
And every last tree’s felled?

Roll up! Roll up!
We’re giving it away!
Get a bargain! Make a killing!
We’re giving it away!

Opher – 6.5.2019

The mad consumer cry for endless expansion in order to make some fools wealthy beyond imagination. The mad spiraling population growth. The mad clearance of jungle, draining of wetlands. The mad spraying of fields. The mad production of CO2. It’s all totally mad!!!!

Poetry – The machine – a poem about the world

Stanzas and Stances cover

The machine

The world is run by people who do not care. They do not care about the misery they create. They do not care if their profits are based on exploitation, starvation and despair. They do not care if their methods leave instability, war and chaos. They simply do not care.

All they care about if the bottom line, how to earn more and maximize their profits.

It helps if there is chaos. It helps if there is inequality. There is a market to exploit. Desperate people take lower wages. The powerful require protection. There are weapons to be sold.

These people provide the funds for our politicians. They own our media. They lobby the government. Without their support the politicians are unelectable. They control the system.

They control the money markets that are the blood our economies. Without their investment we become bankrupt.

The control the price of commodities and manipulate the markets without regard to the misery that might be created.

The world is run by a machine of faceless, uncaring, selfish, greedy men who are simply doing business.

There is enough to go around.

There is a better way of organizing the world.

It does not have to be like this.

We could solve all the problems and make it fairer.

But we are driven by the desire to be one of them.

The lottery is not a victimless crime.

The machine

 

There is a machine that grinds away day and night

Sucking our essence into its claws,

Equipped with clamps, suckers and syringes

To suck the life out of our pores.

 

It is an engine that never stops

That runs on control

Manned by faceless, nameless men

With selfish, greedy roles.

 

We are fed into its guts

Into an all-consuming void

That leeches all our dreams

Leaving mindless androids.

 

Somnambulistic dreams and phony fun,

To distract us from the truth,

That we are being milked and then confused

To disguise the living truth.

 

A processing plant

Of computerized precision

That saps all intent

And robs decision.

 

The world is run for profit

Without regard to pain or price,

As the short term interests are met

Putting up the cost of rice.

 

We may die in war or starve

In slums amongst the sewage and disease

But somewhere in a villa

The cause relaxes, smiles and is at ease.

 

Opher 25.11.2015