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Ice Cream Van
That jangling tune
told of sweet times ahead
Children playing with hosepipes
on hot summer streets
and gleaming bikes ridden
across freshly swept pavements
How the ice cream van
sparked joy and hope
O, the heady idyl
of childhood…
Now the ice cream van
toils a different purpose
macabre and tuneless
its contents chilling
The limbs of children
parts of mothers
Lifeless figures...
Wednesday 10th July 2024 4:27 pm
A Child in Gaza
Dreaming of leaving
This rock above my
Head
Dreaming of leaving
The thought you are dead
Dreaming of leaving
Going back to when I
played here, running up
the path mama mama
kissing your sweet forehead
now motionless and
cold
Dreaming of leaving
Not wishing to go
...Sunday 2nd June 2024 6:18 pm
And so it goes on…
And so it goes
On
People protest
Against dead bodies
“They’re all terrorists
each and every one”
He says, they say
And so it goes on
The people are lost
Picking through rubble
Discovering their loved ones
Dead clothes
But the truth is being hidden
Sanitised by the news
The killing is not so awful
They plead
And so...
Friday 17th May 2024 12:11 pm
PRESS! Bang Bang, You’re Dead!
Perhaps you’re wondering why you got the sack?
For years now, I’ve not bought our local rag,
not bought the cut and paste of client hacks,
who’d not report on genocide of a nation,
for fear of being murdered on The Strip,
tell lie on lie, warmongering information,
co-lateral damage? say it’s just a blip,
from Iraq to Gaza, murderous tongues you wag.
Tuesday 5th March 2024 10:46 am
I saw
I saw
The flare of the gun
Against the setting sun
My baby's smiling face
I kept within a lonely space
My wife's hand in mine
For one final time
I saw
The blood from my chest
Sending my body to rest
The future I thought would be
Drift away to a blood red sea
The hands of Time slowly cease
Feeling a weary inner peace
I saw
...Monday 26th February 2024 12:04 pm
Walking the Streets
Rachel touts for votes in Leeds,
but Rachel Gen O’ Cide is fleet,
yes, Rachel and her minder run
from awkward questions on our streets;
that mother’s questions ain’t no fun;
have you had a drink of water?
have you eaten more than crumbs?
Gaza’s children have to dig
for water whilst they’re dodging bombs,
Rachel, do you give a fig?
have you had to dig your daughter
...
Sunday 18th February 2024 1:14 pm
Valentine's Day-Another Massacre-Another Dollar
“Made in Britain”, once a mark of highest quality,
To Gaza, with love, we send white-hot death from above,
Cruel Britannia stoops to utter depravity.
Tuesday 13th February 2024 2:47 pm
What Period Poverty?
How do you fancy ripping tents up, Angie,
instead of nipping to the corner shop?
Here in the town of Stockport, Lancashire,
when sirens sounded, townsfolk gratefully fled
to shelter under arches stout and strong;
but now, the stench of death pervades the air,
the body politic is now corrupt;
no air raid shelters for the innocents
of Gaza under rubble, three months gone;
...Monday 29th January 2024 12:38 pm
Slaughterhouse Red
Welcome to Britain, madam Ambassador for Genocide;
this carpet’s the latest fashion, Slaughterhouse Red.
Per Ardua ad Astra is how they died,
a diet of porky pies, what they were fed,
“We will remember them”, cry solemn parrots,
ad nauseam, per annum, dog-whistled,
forgetting stick, they much prefer those carrots,
warmongering Lords want us protestors kettled;
oh yes, ...
Tuesday 23rd January 2024 2:06 pm
¡No Pasarán!
On Cable Street in ‘thirty-six
they said ¡No Pasarán! keeping Fascists at bay
with chamber-pots pouring, with fists kicks and bricks.
But on that hypocrites’s watch, in ‘twenty-three,
they said “¡Pasarán! it’s the Fascists field day”,
Spanish Nazis and Blackshirt admirers roamed free
on Preston’s streets, decency slayed;
our ex-home secretary now protests for genocide,
...
Thursday 18th January 2024 1:35 pm
Tabula Rasa
Vent your anger on people in small boats,
on long-haired gorgeous blokes, who like to wear skirts;
forget the yachts sailed by millionaire thieving scrotes,
forget who welcomed to the UK, Nazis and Blackshirts,
facts indeed are sacred, as someone said,
but only facts which the sewer chooses to reveal,
yes, no news is good news, what nearly thirty thousand dead?
targetted jour...
Thursday 11th January 2024 12:57 pm
Loved
Death is
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P
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From the skies
L lies lifeless
O on
E V ery
Str E et
Death is
R
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P
P
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From the sky
Bodies mount up
1.500 here…
1.500 there…
L
O
V
E
Lies in ruins…
...
Friday 13th October 2023 8:20 pm
let us pretend
Let us pretend
that we haven’t been this way before
too recently and too often
that this is the way forward
that it is the road to the peace
which eluded you when you sent
planes and tanks and men
into Lebanon, Ramallah, Jenin,
Gaza, Gaza, Gaza.
Let us pretend
that this time will be different
that this time will be worth it
that you can tot up the lives...
Tuesday 15th July 2014 9:56 pm
Just Because They Once Were Victims
This is not an anti-semetic poem, or anti - Israeli poem.
This is a protest poem, in protest at the violation of human rights in attacking ships laden with aid and medical supplies bound for Gaza.
Israel has the right to exist... fact.
So does Palestine... fact.
Israel cannot starve out the ...
Sunday 6th June 2010 3:59 am
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