Hilarious John Bird and John Fortune – Banker

One laughs but the eye-watering salaries and bonuses are all too real!!

Poetry – The First Victim of War

The First Victim of War

We’re listening to the news

                To find what we have in store.

Always a sanitised version;

                Truth is the first victim of war.

We’re told the casualty numbers

                So that we can keep the score.

We know that we can’t trust them;

                Truth is the first victim of war.

The rich are making more money

                Sanctions only hit the poor.

This is carefully hidden up;

                Truth is the first victim of war.

The sight of those broken victims

                Touches us to the core

But how much is propaganda?

                Truth is the first victim of war.

Opher – 15.3.2022

We know we’re being manipulated but that doesn’t help much. You merely select the lies you prefer to believe.

The mainstream media has its agenda and that online shit is probably worse. Our cynicism is preyed on as conspiracy is mixed with fact.

Populist leaders lie through their teeth all the way to the bank.

Wealthy individuals buy the politicians and policies they want.

When there’s a war there is propaganda.

Better the devil you know.

I hope we won’t be fooled again.

Poetry – I Can’t Breathe

I Can’t Breathe

I can’t breathe

Politics is sucking the life out of me.

I can’t breathe

I can’t believe the propaganda and lies

I can’t breathe

My eyes can’t believe what they see.

I can’t breathe

Waiting for the truth to crystallise

I can’t breathe

They are all playing a nasty game

I can’t breathe

Riding on their gravy train

I can’t breathe

Endless journey to wealth and fame

I can’t breathe

Kicking lives down the drain

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

Opher – 2.6.2020

As George Floyd was murdered in front of our eyes we are surely forced to confront the system we have created.

Once we lived freely as hunter-gatherers, in harmony with the land, at peace, with no leaders, no government. Then we invented agriculture, leaders, politics, cities, and bred in huge numbers to encompass the globe.

What a sad mess we’ve made of things.

The gross inequality, racism, corruption and violence we’ve created.

It’s smothering me. I can’t breathe.

Poetry – It’s what I do

It’s what I do

I reach down inside

                To find what I believe

To put into the words

                My lungs can breathe.

When I get it right

                The emotions well inside

Give it everything

                With nothing denied.

I don’t care if you get it

                It’s not about you.

It’s about what I think

                About what I do.

It might be pointless,

                Useless, completely askew

                                As long as it’s me

                                                It’s absolutely true.

Opher 3.12.2012

I was merely musing about the futility of writing poetry.

Poetry – The Alphabet of Life

The Alphabet of Life

Each letter, each word,

Each sentence, paragraph and chapter

Is precious.

Any loss leaves a hole

In the telling of our tale.

We become as impoverished

As empty

As the blank pages

We create.

What profiteth a man

When he has gained

The whole sterile globe

But lost

More than he will ever know?

Opher 25.6.2018

The Alphabet of Life

I was thinking about the incredible DNA molecule that spells out the alphabet of life. Back in the beginning that first amazing molecule started the ball rolling. We have all descended from that. We are all related. Every single cell of life is wondrous, precious and miraculous.

Yet we are destroying life at an increasing rate, driving species after unique species into extinction. Yet every single species is precious.

We should certainly respect it more!!