Bring Me The Head Of John The Baptist On A Platter

A poem from 2019

How dare you tell us what to do!

To prison with you!

To prison with you!

How dare you teach us right from wrong!

To Hell with you!

To Hell with you!

How dare you tell us we are wrong!

Off with your head!

Off with your head!

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Calcium

A poem from 2019

She would scratch and bite

Squeeze you with all her might

Blood - a pint a day

She can walk tall

A wonder pill solves her disease

Vaccinate against a world of holes

Supplement your safety valve

She can walk tall

She will break down

This is inevitable

The human condition

She will lie in the grave

Take mother’s milk into the earth

A blinding darkness awaits

This is sadness, this is fate

She will lie in the grave

Arctic

A poem from 2019

Breaking up

It's hard to do

Yet some make it seem easy

As if nothing else matters than ego, I, me, myself

Splitting off

In search of a new thing

A play thing

This is not a warm heart

It's a cold, inner climate

A man, an island

A serial offender

A skeleton

A hole

A rip

A tear

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CSI

A poem from 2019

Houses built so tall that reach up to the clouds, the very heavens

Machines invented that fly around the world further and faster than birds

Rockets propel mankind to the moon, a giant leap

Telescopes watch the world begin in glorious pyrotechnicolour

In a fraction of a second, thoughts speed across the globe

Infinitesimal fragments of life’s DNA decoded and corrected

And so it could go on and on

But still no invention to stop crime

But still no invention to stop lying and cheating

But still no invention to stop greed

But still no invention to stop exploitation

But still no invention to stop hatred

But still no invention to stop bullying

And so it could go on and on

Two Hearts

A poem from 2019

Two hearts hung out to dry

Their love was martyred

Side by side, tears in eyes

Connected to the vine, dictator defied

Psalms were sung and praises rung

While many scoffing looked on

Spirits were not broken

Bravely they looked ahead

Their souls remained alive

When all rejoiced to see them dead

And now they cry out, “how long?”

And are daily joined in this plaintive song

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Dark Mazda

A poem from 2019

Everyone hangs on the words of the village idiot

He forever contradicts the world and himself

Contrarian to a fault but it doesn’t dent his popularity

Minds made mush

Deceiving hearts followed

Humanity does a handstand

Blood rushes to the head

Dizziness and nonsense rule

Eyelids do not blink

Who are the new extremists?

Why, the people who hold to tradition, of course

Hearts are worn on sleeves

Everything is inside out

You choke on the vomit of society

It is so self assured and lacking self awareness

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Killing Immigrants

A poem from 2019

We are friends

You are my brother

You are my sister

I wish I could do this out of the goodness of my heart

But a man has to live

And I have to pay others

Then there’s overheads

Your life traded for your life savings

Think of the land of milk and honey

Of money for nothing

Of handsome, friendly locals

They will take care of you

A house, cash, a job, freedom

Under cover of darkness

You don’t know who’s watching

I am sacrificing myself for you, my brother, my sister

My fine boat - she is my pride and joy

Set sail

Fair winds and Godspeed

And if you don’t make it

If you drown

What is that to me?

I have your money

I hold hope in my hand

I can spin tales with my slippery tongue

I have plenty more waiting like you

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