It wasn’t the ice sculpture
nor the misinformation,
it was his contact disregard
for his position of power,
irresponsibility of a man,
who followed footprints he
cannot fill,
by breaking the long lived
traditions of careful civility
and his bad behaviour
bringing him points and votes,
as we lower our setting standards
for extreme
politics that destroy our
democratic life, for vile ways
that will divide us razing
Britain, raising a state
ruled by foreign felons
far away.
Sugar coated conundrums
cast out of royalties empty promises,
listing, the ship of fools sails
out into the misty metaphors
of a future fading into foreboding –
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of a time where the happy smiles,
are those whose wiles have won
them influences, that capitalise
their assets and bring ample riches.
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Today would be dukes and duchesses,
lords and ladies bow to false news and the lately
made promises of more, to make this
land, ‘Those who have shall be given
much, take more and the rest get it taken.”
I crawled along the corridor of life
carrying the cogent plans of the clever
whose want is to waken us instantly,
look at messages from every corner of
the earth on themes
and memes and news and queues
of things they want us to know.
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The weight wormed into my back
and heart, bearing the dying and
of the tears of those working,
mining, suffering, bullied and lost
so that we can send a blooded email.
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We’re booked and bound by
invisible threads in the air,
violating lands so far away so that
we can play with our slave made stuff
and joke that we’re, oh, so woke.
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Tantalum, platinum, palladium and niobium
lithium, indium, gallium and women’s bodies,
copper, gold, silver, tin, phosphorus,
antimony, arsenic, kid’s childhoods,
boron, men’s lives, manganese,
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silicon and poverty in thought
and act and deed bringing loneliness
and an aching loss for those times
when we spoke and not poke,
and made friends face to face.
It isn’t hard to prophesy doom and galloping
gloom from an easy chair or a prison cell,
when we delight in digging into trenches
of opinions and weigh in with bombs,
while profits are purloined and people
pushed to the precipices.
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‘It will all end in tears,’ trivially trips
off tongues, and falls on the deaf eardrums
of determined individuals who want nothing
more than to pretend their way is perfect.
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Proper prophecy is of the light that breaks
through dark clouds and sows the hatred and
doubt with forgiveness and love. A light that
illuminates the darkest hour with hope.
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Luminosity that binds the broken hearted
and lifts the depressed in loving arms
stills the savagest breast while holding
the cherished child in an embrace of joy.
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Joy at the little things, animals, butterflies
as well as the elephants, forests and oceans,
all things that only love can liberally flow and
live in them freeing and filling, so
that their loveliness grows and grows.
She lay still, unaware,
unable to say, “No!”
Unable to resist or scream,
captive to their cowardly act.
They took her fragile body,
and their foul bodies,
took her soul,
and shredded it,
violating her inner
Sanctum, and then,
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She was battered again
in media and courts,
as they try to crush her,
their coercion costing her
justice and denying her worth
for when cruelly raped
her bestial attackers
were found
guilty
of
the
lesser
crime
of
abuse???
The syllables slipped out and fell
through the whispering realms,
making a gash in the side of hope
and wounding the heart of love.
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It continued to wind its way past
whitened wintry fields of wisdom,
and flew innocent as thistledown
crushing the cry of community.
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It held children in evil places,
laughed at the lament from women,
broke the backs of slaves and
dealt out desolate despondency.
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It whispered its name in the media
and grew in importance and power,
shoving the shepherdless before it
and hushing the reading of reason
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It spake:
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i am the way and my lies are truth
i offer to you an oppressive poverty,
if only you will give me your ear
and then give me your vote.
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The word echoed through the
spreading universe, gliding
the flowing planets in
living light and rainbow hues.
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It continued to gently touch
the rocky residues with rain
and gave life, amazing life,
abundant life, awesome life.
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It whispered through the beauty,
giving hope and sang through
the myriad choices of love,
sowing seeds awakening souls.
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It became he and walked where
it was hard and stony and
spoke, ‘I am because you are,”
holding them together in him.
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An innocent word of life was
crucified, hung out to die, yet
the word broke from death, dancing
a harbinger of hope and love and light.