One laughs but the eye-watering salaries and bonuses are all too real!!
The Government’s Principles!
Jonathan Pie on Levelling up!!
The hypocrisy is exposed! Jonathan Pie speaks truth! Shame about the rest of the media and the opposition!! Jonathan Pie for PM!!
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.
Assange gets banged up for telling the truth while others get a knighthood for telling lies.
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.
A Satirical look at Boris Johson
Truth
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!!