The Wrong Road Taken

However did we leave His Way

Of justice for the poor, and peace?

To sell our souls to Constantine

And fighting over Creeds?

Align ourselves with Power and Kings

To fawn, exploit and kill ?

So often done unspeakable things

And claimed they were God’s will ?

So much of all this tragic folly

Has for so long been justified –

By literally reading as ‘Word of God’,

The Books of the Canon were deified.

They told of an angry, violent God,

Of arbitrary favouring –

Such stories clearly gave the nod

To bigots, wars and slavery.

But though we’ve strayed from Jesus’ Love,

We can still change to choose His Way.

22nd, January 2017

 

Father of My Child

Midst all that you have done and been –

The struggle undergone, unseen,

So many knew and loved you well

Yet only one has this to tell –

You were the father of my child.

You stood for justice, freedom, peace

And bravely spoke against deceit.

Your influence will surely long outlive you –

A heritage your friends will give you.

And I, despite storms, dark and wild,

Still love the father of my child.

What will be your legacy ?

DearHeart – a true equality

Where justice grounds the polity

And innocents from fear be free ?

Grandpa Keith – our visionary schemer –

Sleep well, inspire our hearts,

Beloved activist and dreamer.

May 2009

The Neo-Liberal Con

Insidious evil stalks the Market Place

Spreading so fast.

Its  deceptive embrace –

Seductive and vast.

From ‘Ivory Towers’ to ‘City Banks’

And ‘Corridors of Power’

To our Media’s corrupted face.

Alas for humanity, divided society,

Undermined solidarity –

Lost without trace.

Cry out for the thousands, collateral broken,

Give voice to the millions who never are heard.

There’s not much more time for truth to be spoken –

Let’s make commitment to spreading this word.

15th August 2015

 

 

Hope

When dark days were getting darker

You could only sing of pain,

Yet the ‘crowning’ of Obama

Lifts our spirits once again.

We are aware as he must be

Of the enemies of right –

Of so many lacking justice

And their all-but-hopeless plight.

He said we’d do it together –

That he’s not the only ‘One’.

Change ‘s gotta come all over

If the victory’s to be won.

28th January 2009

Such a Time…..

Is it true that everything will change now

That we’ve entered a different time ?

Or will these hopes be shattered in the morning –

And dreams of a new dawn, decline ?

How long can we breathe that heady mountain air

And sing our victory songs ?

Before we hear a chilling note of warning

Or learn the real cost to those who dare ?

Let us sing our songs of freedom

As we celebrate this day ……

Calling all to direct action

That will build a true new way.

21st January 2009

The Power of the Flowers

We’re of the sixties generation

Who thought the time was ripe

For a peoples’ revolution

Of a new and purer type.

Some tried for liberation

Who were ourselves oppressed –

Oft leading to frustration

But we would not leave our quest.

And some got lost in the theories

Of Marx and Mao and Che,

While others felt they had to go

The Angry bombers’ way.

When the seventies were over

And the hippies had been and gone,

Not many still remembered

Still less were heard to say,

That the early dream is unvanquished

For the Power of the Flowers is Love.

But nothing has been wasted

Since we sang to Lennon’s song.

We’ve learned so much and changed so much

But we still can sing the tune.

Now we need it more than ever

In the struggles of our world

As we move against injustice

And to let the earth survive.

We must sing the songs again

With a new hope in our hearts –

Raising the standards of Gandhi

And of Martin Luther King.

This time we will not be deflected

By the taunting from the Left,

For the ultimate Power is eternal

And ensures its wn success.

And we have that ultimate Power

For the Power of the Flowers is Love.

Yes, it’s time for the flowers again my love

And for the dreaming of wild new dreams;

For the singing of songs of hope, my love –

Re-birth of the brave freedom themes.

We will re-claim the power of repressed ideals

And the power of the people unbowed.

The power of lovers is hope and joy

And the Power of the Flowers is Love.

Brighton 1984   To Nabil

After News about Biafra

Little one among so many others without names,

What will you think when you are old enough to know ?

Will you ever ask the reason for your hunger pains ?

And who will answer then ?

What could they say to you ?

How make you understand ?

Will you live long enough to forgive the world ?

O world, how long can we resist the claims of love ?

How long deny identity with sin ?

What must we see before we share the pain ?

World, we must die before we learn to live again.