by Mark Mr T Thompson
With their welfare reforms being constantly revised.
I wonder, did they hear our defenceless citizens' cries?
Or are they just in chaos?
People forced to choose between food and heat
Did they mean to bring our poor a-begging at some banker's feet?
Or are they just in chaos?
Public servants suffer under a two year pay freeze.
Did they really just forget to...
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Monday 28th October 2013 3:44 am
Chaos government
by Mark Mr T Thompson
It started at 100 with a Kiss
and then, at the dial’s heart, another,
with a hissier signal that was easier to miss.
Suddenly those in London who loved a black voice
started to get spoilt by the concept that was Choice!
Djs previously at the mercy of the DTI
were now legal broadcasters to you and I.
It was such a unique and exciting time for us as group,
...
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Saturday 5th October 2013 1:48 pm
London Radio Choice FM Kiss Fm Capital Capital Xtra
by Mark Mr T Thompson
In our deliberately darkened bedroom,
the silvery slivers of this day's first light
softly kiss the contours of your face,
carefully carving out each perfect curve
like a sand-dune's crest
beneath a bright new moon.
These lines,
as bold and clear as Nevada neon,
sing out in harmony
a dawn chorus of good fortune
heard by my eyes alone...
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Saturday 10th August 2013 7:14 am
Love morning luck
by Mark Mr T Thompson
If you wonder why we're pissed,
then you surely must have missed that
Trayvon's name was just the latest
on a very long list.
If you think we are too blinkered
far too focused on the past
note the keyword I just stated
was the latest not the last.
If you believe we are too bitter,
maybe you should taste time's pill,
a dose supposed to make life better
...
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Tuesday 6th August 2013 9:54 am
revolution!
by Mark Mr T Thompson
Today I am a caterpillar, I am knobbly and green,
I cut that path through the leaf behind me, it shows you where I've been.
I crawl slowly on my belly and I am rubbery like jelly,
And if I should slip from this here cabbage, I might end up somewhere smelly.
But soon I will go through changes, that you would not believe,
I'll say goodbye for a while to the cabbage...
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Tuesday 30th July 2013 11:06 am
children's poetry transformation butterfly caterpillar change growth ks2 transition
by Mark Mr T Thompson
The Empowerer
First his father gave him Rolihlahla,
The ‘pulling branch of a tree’
Or the ‘trouble maker’.
He certainly troubled some.
When he became a man
They gave him Dalibunga,
‘Convenor of dialogue’.
But he did more than speak.
To many he is Khulu or Tata
The great one,
Father or grandfather of a nation.
A living symbol of tran...
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Thursday 18th July 2013 9:33 am
by Mark Mr T Thompson
So the trees are no longer decorated with strange southern fruits
But Trayvon Martin still gets no justice when Zimmerman shoots.
The latter claimed he had the right to simply stand his ground
But first, against police advice, he followed young Trayvon around
Trying to decide, I guess, if the teenager really posed a threat.
But judging by what Trayvon was packing, he was a wrong as wr...
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Sunday 14th July 2013 11:51 pm
Trayvon Martin murder justice poem
by Mark Mr T Thompson
When you first passed through them
All butterflies and sparkling eyes,
Bouncing bundles of boundless potential
In sharp creases and glistening shoes,
You will barely have noticed, the silent sentries
Marking the boundary between your worlds
Of heavenly refuge and interminable imprisonment.
Back and forth for years, growing as you go
Like a tide, eac...
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Saturday 25th May 2013 9:45 am
School school days gates teachers leaving leavers
by Mark Mr T Thompson
Twenty years ago,
he is waiting for a bus,
'Cos twenty years ago
he is simply one of us.
But just twenty years ago,
he comes under attack,
Just 'cos twenty years ago,
this teenager is black.
Twenty years ago,
he runs for his life,
'Cos twenty years ago,
racists stick him with a knife.
Twenty years ago,
this firework is far too fleeting,
And so twenty ...
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Monday 22nd April 2013 10:36 pm
poem Memorial Stephen Lawrence racism
by Mark Mr T Thompson
A sense you are important
That there is more that you must do.
A sense things could get better
Although this sense need not be true.
A sense that you are cared about,
And you care for others too,
These are my essentials of happiness,
And my New Years' wish for you.
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Tuesday 1st January 2013 11:52 pm
New year
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