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

 

 

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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

Reaching Across Cyber-Space

You’re at the other side of cyber-space  –

Wouldn’t even recognise your face!

But now I know your name.

Dunno how you’re feeling today,

Can’t tell what you’re going through.

And if I say that I will pray,

Perhaps you will not want me to.

As Larry says – it’s so unfair,

And Jacy knows, ‘cos she’s been there.

And though we only know your name –

Peggy, we want you to know, we care.

2003

 

The Peace Bird

The Peace Bird that flies over Ireland

Has been wounded many times.

As it flies o’er Belfast city,

Armagh and Derry too.

And all along the Border

As it flies for me and you.

O yes, the Peace Bird is flying tonight.

And Mary has painted the Peace Bird

To remind  us that it’s there.

Christmas 1981  [written in Cornwall in response to a child’s

Christmas card illustration.]

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.