Teetering on the tall Pedestal

White pride
racial pride
sexual pride
lay it aside-
what is worth celebration
lest you fall
from your tall, pedestal, of-
why should you ride on the shoulders of those
who spoke out, who changed things
who took the blows delivered by societies dictates
why should anyone be proud of a natural state?
achievement alone is worthy of pride
personal achievment, first hand not third, man-
woman or child, black white or otherwise
straight gay or whatever, if  you win the to fight to survive
or to be recognised
then know pride, otherwise
reconsider your position
consider, for a moment, is your pride
your right?


Nazi Scum

In darkness, in black the come
to the brightest city in Britain (dumb)
some white men with friends few and far between
who would have been paste had the state not intervened
their very existence other’s rights contravene
can anyone tell me what might have been
had Liverpool left them to walk free?

You’ll never walk alone, especially if you’re them
the Nazi scum crammed into scummy places, penned
poor letters and social media lies
look, its Liverpool, the city is alive!
walk alone? Ha! the city didn’t trust you to the jakes
you Nazi Scumbags, cowardly snakes
your members are weak, your numbers few
because freedom is beautiful to many and you,
will be evolved out of Man and out of Liverpool too.

Think of the Money!

“Industry, policymakers and social leaders – like Pope Francis – must work together to support policies that bring about new advances in fossil energy technologies so we can strike a balance between global economic needs and climate concerns,” Tom Altmeyer, Arch Coal Lobbylist

Think of the Money!
Not Bangladesh drowning
Think of the Money! not coasts in collapse beneath rising watery wrath, no
Think of the Money!
yell the coal king’s pawns.

Think of the Money!
not the thousands of lives
Think of the Money!
not good leaders preaching, no
Think of the Money!
leave science to our servants,
says suited greed.

Give all the bears a gun.

Give all the bears a gun, still they wouldn’t shoot
‘why shoot those little things, with their glass-eyes and boots?’ they’d say
theirs is the true hunt, for food THEN for fun,
understand, the big game grand
aren’t a game, they’re lives lived out
then taken by brutes with .204 lumps
of metal
that settle
in the body or brain, or sometimes in the dusty earth,
once they’ve caused the pain
Yes, intended
by the shooters and their friends who
believe in bollocks
like a right to kill
a right to take life because they’ve got the weapons too.

Now this verse isnt subtle, nor is it meant to be.
It’s meant to be a warning, to the hunter wannabes
guns and gear dont make you , your still cowardly butchers
slaughtering beauty in outdoor abbatoirs
you are brutes, eco-enemys, acclerating-
the extinction clock
may death find you  quickly
as it does the animals you slay
I hope the pain you cause is returned to you, one day.

Get it Together

Sort it out
make it happen
level the mess, your social field flatten
abandon senseless traditions
depise with the wise the ancient fictions
put about
by men without a love in their lives
save violence and money and their neighbour’s prize

Your history is mystery cause you’ve stolen the blocks
used them to re-build then blown them to rocks.
I address you, fool leaders, arms dealers and killers
will you look past your bloody time-fillers?
A future awaits
for those who will make,
a future awaits
for those who will take, a chance with peace
to give, to increase
neighbours near and far.
to open heart and mind
to drop the one viewpoint, to leave religion behind
only one thing is true, we’re all energy divine, sublime, energy,
yet you, tribal leaders, waste yours on your enemy
or fashioned
cause you need to rule
dont you see, silly men, history laughs at you,