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Just in chaos

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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Electromagnetic Legacy - No More Choice On FM

 


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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Your dawn chorus

 

 
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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If you don't understand us

 

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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A caterpillar's tale

 

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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The Empowerer

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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He saw a hooded figure

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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A Keeper's View

 

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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One Of Us - A Stephen Lawrence Tribute

 

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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Purpose Hope Love

 

 
 
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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