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
imagined
or fashioned
cause you need to rule
dont you see, silly men, history laughs at you,
fools.

Boko Haram, Slam

Boko, Haram.
come on ,now man
before you plan to banish western wisdom away
consider your methods, Allah they’d dismay
as with guns
you ravage and slay
who is going to follow, your bloody way?

Truth is your cowards,
men that run
from freedom and free thought,
from study and fun
from science’s sun, from reason’s light,
look! you can still see your bloodied souls in flight.

You are about to become a footnote in history
in that at least there’s very little mystery
consider your cause, unjust and sick
the world has already had enough of your tricks
now, Shekau, your clock ticks
what will  you do, hide among the sticks?

Allahu Akhbar, God is indeed great
I pity you, Abu, none shall envy your fate
‘Qur’an 4:19 O you who believe! it is not lawful… that you should take women…. against (their) will’
beware the long length of your abducting butcher’s bill
for with every soul in His name you shame or kill
you add to the anger, to the people’s Holy will.

Abubakar Shakau, your time will come
for Boko Haram, are blood blinded scum.

Unto Dust

Unto dust,
will they rust?
those symbols of lust
of blood greed
that exceeds,
all bonds of trust.
Greed for ‘great’ deeds
for the glorious scenes
of war, death and dying over which Galleries compete,
and people
who delete people,
over tools of death
fight for the parts, whatever’s left
the ‘levellers’ ‘peacemakers’ life-taking steel
grant a sense of power all can feel
keenly,
supremely runs the course of this tale
for, in Man’s end, all weapons fail
man’s friend Earth would be stronger, hale
if the wisdom to disdain armed discord prevailed,
if Mankind saw truly what War’s path entailed,
flesh-splitting steel would thus
gather rust,
eschew by the enlightened, to return unto dust.

 

British Social Metaphor

The padlocked portion of a public park
English social metaphor stark
governed by greed for the corporate heart dark,
profit-powered piston pummeling people with poverty’s mark.

Hailing from watered noble line
often come the few, who shine
with other’s light, drained from their hearts
power glutton policy pillaging Britain’s parts.

from the people, from the public press.
now, seething, slaving in hateful distress,
at notions gallivanting gent’s club goons in grey and white
champion to drain good men for their delight.

toiling for soul soiling bigot bosses
struggling and suffering, enduring fool losses
thrust upon them by their slaver’s fool stories
good men, the rest, the slavers, Tories.