Oh, Little Minds of Washington
Oh Little Town of Washington (Based on the ‘Forest Green’ version) C Oh little minds of Washington F G C How easily you lie. C Am7 From Operation Mockingbird F G C To poisoning our skies. – C * Am C And in those back …
Limerick Lullaby
There are those who are Rudely Awoken; There are those who would Sleep Through a Bomb – There are those who get ‘Woke’, but, Swig a cup of State Cocoa, Hit the sack… And, blithely, Sleep On.
Upon Your House (A 21st Century Curse)
May the gold in your wallets Fill up, instead, With the tears of your victims – The innocent dead. . May each hate you give birth to Take one single tooth; And may you taste only blood With each mouthful you chew. . May each …
Humane Anatomy
Do you feel that? Do you feel it in your guts? Do you think you feel how others feel? Perhaps you feel – that you feel – too much. . Do you see it? Do you see the suffering? Do you shrug and say, “It’s …
The Path to Freedom
Condemned by all ‘Right-thinking’ folk – Yet he always seemed Such a nice, quiet bloke. . So many injured, So many dead. ‘Radicalised’, ‘mad loner’, The media have said. . Ties to this faction; Connections with that, On terror watch lists, But still managed to …
Basic Training
Did you care to know her story? Did you look into her eyes? Did you know that she was deeply loved? Could you care enough to learn why? . When your speeding, four-ounce hammer Powdered her living bone, Did you ever stop to wonder What …
Bon Appetit
The Jörmungandr Of the Capitalist, Consuming It’s own self. . The madness Of the profit-driven; The Century Of the Shelf.
Six-by-Four
I’m in love with a piece of nylon Red, white And blue. I’m a slave to it, Pray to it, Sold my soul to it, To know that I’m better Than you! . Red for the blood I would spill in its name; White …
Permission
Put down that paper, Turn off your TV, Open those eyes And tell me what you see. . Behind the propaganda; All that manufactured spite, Look at what’s around you And tell me it’s alright. . Who to hate, who to kill, Who is making …
Donne to Death
Once more, words will fall Into that strobe-lit hole; Lost to the vacuous vacuum Of simultaneous in-breaths, Hoping to get that line out Before anyone else. . Once more, echoes rebound Around and around. Endorsing and reinforcing; Cheering and jeering, Hoping to find our place …
