I Despair.

         When we look around we can all see, poverty and deprivation, we are all aware of the corporate plundering of our planet and the ensuing bloody and violent wars to gain and/or to protect that plunder. We all have seen the evidence that the present economic system is destroying the planet and all life on the planet. We are all witness to the gross inequality, with a privileged few wallowing in obscene opulence, while a teardrop away the many struggle for a decent life, millions die from hunger, across the world, while millions of others find sleep in some dark doorway or back alley. Yet the many still turn up for work, politely go about their business and patiently put up with the advancing Armageddon. Why are we so forgiving, polite and patient? 

 

 

        Why is there no outrage on the streets, why is there no explosion of anger, why do we allow this system to continue to function, knowing full well the ending is death to life on our only home, planet Earth? Is it because we don't care about the future, or what happens to the next generation, our kids and grand-kids? Or is it that most are comatosed by their daily struggle to survive, or hypnotised into a zombie state of acceptance, submissiveness, consumerism, celebrity worship and envy, by an extremely sophisticated culture of subliminal control where reality comes in the form flashy images and fast moving emotional stimulating advertising and government propaganda? Our politeness must be put in abeyance, our patience must end, and our forgiveness withdrawn, and be replaced by our pent up righteous anger and blood red rage, driving our action, it is the only way we can ever hope to stop this dystopian vision becoming our worst nightmare reality. 

 

PROPHET OR DREAMER?

Am I a dreamer?
Ever dazzled by unrisen dawns,
always hearing the song of liberty
though freedom’s flag is torn.
I walk towards a world
no borders, kings or slaves;
history claims the warrior’s hand
peace the crown of bays.
I see the hungry feasting
midst the brotherhood of man;
all the children singing
the fear of famine gone.
I find the common man
hold his brother dear
create a world of social justice,
Elysian fields their sphere.
Freedom’s flag is torn,
quiet is liberty’s song
unrisen suns still to dawn;
prophet,

 Or dreamer born?

 

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CHILD POVERTY - AGAIN!!!

       One of the advantages/problems with living a long life is you get to hear the same old crap being mouthed by our prancing, pontificating, parasitical politicians, time and time again. Each time they come up with their new-regurgitated heart felt rendering, the new generation think it is a new problem and the mouthing politician's feelings are for real. I was born in one of Glasgow many slums, and there was poverty a plenty. Now heading for my eighties, and with Edwina Currie's remark, that no one in the UK goes hungry, ringing in my ears, I hear once again the latest primadonna politicians shedding tears over child poverty, and with that gravitas they perfected at the Oxbridge Club, stating how something will have to be done about this dreadful problem. They have been mouthing this after every election during my long life, and we still have nearly 3 million children in poverty in this country with 1.6 million in severe poverty. After so many years highlighting the problem of child poverty, I think we now have to come to the conclusion that either they don't want to fix the problem, or under the present system it can't be fixed. I'm firmly in the camp of the latter, as evidence across the globe points to increased child poverty as the capitalist system develops.

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Pinpointing child poverty also helps to obscure other factors, that are wrong with the system. Child poverty doesn't exist in isolation. Every child in poverty is in a home that is in poverty, and every home that is in poverty has a family in poverty. Nearly 3 million children in poverty, and 1.6 million in severe poverty, how many homes, how many families? In other words we have a society that has widespread poverty. Further more it has been with us throughout the history of capitalism, and the theatrics of our well-heeled political class will do nothing to alleviate the problem. It is the system that is wrong and our millionaire politicians are merely milking it for all they are worth at the expense of the ordinary people.

EIGHTEEN HUNGRY CHILDREN.

Eighteen hungry children die

every minute of every day

eighteen of tomorrow’s people

cruelly thrown away.

When pandering to a fashion

gratifying our greed,

think, theirs is no desire

but a basic need.

Envisage a familiar face

a child that calls your name,

try to be the parent

try to place the blame.

Eighteen hungry children die

every minute of every day,

eighteen little faces

that never learnt to play.

Walk past your local school

listen to the shrill,

stand and count to sixty

imagine hunger start to kill.

Fingers must be pointed

at decisions made on high,

questions must be asked

loudly asked by you and I.

Eighteen hungry children die

every minute of every day,

eighteen precious lives

the claws of hunger slay.

WHY?



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