long enough, most things
are temporary!
Working Day
The smell of a summers day
and the shadows of a late afternoon
merge towards the evening.
A sweet wrapper gently takes to the air
as a bus passes
full of those
off home
to join that calm which comes
only at the end of a working day
The Understanding Politician
The opinionless shock-jock
The chain smoking paramedicThe builder without a home
The doubting vicar
The uncaring nurse
The teacher; unwilling to learn
The mute broadcaster
The heartless surgeon
The sea-sick fisherman
The blind pilot
The vertigo suffering mountaineer
The understanding politician...
The chain smoking politician
The politician without a home
The doubting politician
The uncaring politician
The politician; unwilling to learn
The mute politician
The opinionless politician
The heartless politician
The sea-sick politician
The blind politician
The vertigo suffering politician
The understanding politician?
Antisemitism
Have you heard it?
Have you heard it in the circles you move in?
What did you do about it?
Have you heard it?
Have you heard it at your place of work,
in your local supermarket?
What did you do about it?
Have you heard it?
Have you heard it on your school bus,
in the playground?
Did you do anything about it?
Have you heard it?
Have you heard it at your college,
at your University?
Why didn't you do something about it?
Have you heard it?
Have you heard it in your high street,
or down at the pub?
Why didn't you call it out?
Have you heard it?
Have you heard it in your head,
Have you heard it coming out of your mouth!
...when are you going to do something about that?
The Ultimate Sin
My truth is a fortress where time's left its mark
I born into light; you languish in dark.
My history is holy; my path has been paved,
only the souls of my clan can be saved.
You are the "Them" - we are the "Us."
no compromise - no need to discuss.
The laws of my land must be written in prayer,
to silence any doubt that hangs in the air.
If your gods are different; your gods are a lie,
a shadow that grows as the ages pass by.
We don’t seek to bridge - take the middle of the road,
for how can the truth; share its sacred abode?
We weaponize faith for the sake of our fold,
to guard the traditions our ancestors hold.
Colonization was just a crusade,
to fix the mistakes that the faithless had made.
There can be no peace when the "wrong" still exists,
so we tighten our grip and we harden our fists.
For the zealot; the world is a battle to win
...letting you be right
...is the ultimate sin.
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