Like a cat I slumber, blissfully unencumbered,
Through eighty per cent of my allotted span,
Occasionally awoken, when dissent is spoken,
And I invent another cunning five year plan,
Lately it was pensions, that were being mentioned,
So I borrowed from the French and Robespierre,
Scrap all that went before, saved by tooth and claw,
And let my all equal Citizens appear,
Currently it is time, for me to be in my prime,
For there is another election looming,
I have to appear sincere, for part of this coming year,
And assure everyone that everything is booming,
Never mind strict quotas, Ive imported multitudes of voters,
And told them which party let them stay,
Though Ive rigged the postal vote, and defamed everyone of note,
You never know what might happen on the day.
So to be on the safe side, I swallow all my pride,
And allow my people to hear my hallowed voice,
And roll out the charade, put on the facade,
And even make believe they have a choice,
Next time around the crown, will be trampled underground,
House of Lords and Lord Chancellor history,
With the other Chancellor gone, I alone will soldier on,
Yes, then there will only ever be me,
Ill hold elections for you, as all dictators do,
And fill positions with those that grease my palm,
As for civil unrest, there is always house arrest,
Or secret imprisonment for those that mean me harm.
So from national nursery, via educational history,
You can in time join the New Labour Youth,
Be taught gay is fun, and the state is number one,
And any other opinion is untruth.
Ask the media if unsure, or philosophically impure,
Brainwashing British Citizens is their forte,
They will surely put you right, or visit you at night,
Either way they will stop you being naughty.
Meekly follow all the rules, laid down in our schools,
Where state is all and learning is suppressed,
And you can safely be ignored, not seen as being flawed,
Just be another number like the rest.
Better far to be, a part of mediocrity,
Within your state and the seeds they have sown,
Than to disappear, or to live in constant fear,
For having a mind and will all of your own.
How is it that we, lost the option to be free,
How did we give away our right to choice,
How did we believe, whilst being deceived,
When did we decide to lose our voice.
How did we select the politically correct,
Why are we victims of unpunished crime,
Were we such fools as not to see the tools,
Or did we think they would go away in time.
The tap is darkly dripping, droplets that are gripping,
Our throats today our minds in time to come,
We must turn the tide, and reaffirm our pride,
We must prove we are not deaf and dumb.
It is no good wailing, chained up to your railing,
That you want the vote back like before,
For no one hears your plea, they are deaf to you and me,
No on cares about us any more.
This is about manipulation, of us and of our nation,
This is about illusions triumph over actual reason,
This is about lies, and the power to mesermerise,
This is about a slowly creeping treason,
This is about the eviscery, of the neutral BBC,
This is about what poison will soon take its place,
This is about five year plans, and Citizens of Euroland,
This is about civil service, with a very red face,
This is about soaps and plays, which in very subtle ways,
Try to put into our minds new sets of plausible truths,
This is about newspaper demise, in the guise of purveying lies,
Whilst the state preaches Pravda through schools to our youth,
This is about vision and sound, and any means that is allowed,
Trying to persuade you against your own common sense,
This is about duplicity, making seem true what cannot be,
And hoping you will at very least sit on the fence.
This is about unelected expertise, being paid huge taxpayer fees,
Alaister Campbells school of used car salesmen integrity,
This about usage of such curs, and their lies, and their slurs,
To pull the wool over the eyes of you and me.
Maybe feeble opposition is fuelling this submission,
But this is not about parties or their competence,
This is simply a war, not about who to vote for, But who to definitely vote against.
Malcolm Pugh was a civil engineer then a systems programmer - slightly deranged retired now.
recurring cleaning service Mundelein ..I am among those who know that one never recovers... Read More
The concept of brief encounters, even romantic encounters, with a... Read More
Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th... Read More
1.Evil's CreationThou knowith evil clings To tender peace-; Nor does... Read More
Stone Beds [Pompeii's surge]Advance: after the great eruption of Pompeii's... Read More
Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept. 5, 2004This poem... Read More
English Version1) Grendel's DivorceYou must know that I do not... Read More
Have you ever thought about how nice it would be... Read More
All Hail.Is your hospital full of aliens, despite new cleaning... Read More
English VersionA bunch of us guys in the hutIn ?Nam... Read More
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so,... Read More
Key Largo:The fans turn lazily in front of the doorThey... Read More
The following two poems, one in English, the other in... Read More
Contract of DeathI heard today, the preacher say: "Daniel has... Read More
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (Peru; in English and Spanish)In what... Read More
1) Shadows of the Andes [or: Song to the Andes]I... Read More
If you are serious about seeing your work published by... Read More
English VersionAnd the Death God said: "Let it rise to... Read More
Isn't that what they say?But what does that mean?There's no... Read More
Ole Bulky JeepsThrough late summer's heat These bulky shaped jeeps... Read More
The Incubus' Flash-lightHe looked inside my head And found a... Read More
I Shall Wait..On all the new mornings, and every singking... Read More
Poetry is more than just rhyming and prose that is... Read More
YOU MIGHT THINK I AM STRONGI THINK YOU GOT IT... Read More
You can show your poem to your mom, your spouse,... Read More
tidy up service Buffalo Grove ..Azra, Azra, Wake up Azra. Wake up Azra, It is... Read More
Little girl from HuancayoDo you really, really know? Just how... Read More
1) End PoemWherever you are today- Is where you were... Read More
Frog SummerSummer grows hot, for the New-blooded frogs; The bugs... Read More
BoyhoodOh me! Thy glorious days have flown! I mealy noticed,... Read More
Iquitos & the Amazon Part OneIt was December 2, l959,... Read More
Ode to Quetzalc?atlQuetzalc?atl the GreatNo one knew his true name,... Read More
She raised me like I was her own daughter from... Read More
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast [Summer of 2002]?wind was... Read More
You are to me my lifeline my security. That scares... Read More
When I am climbing up, you are stepping down. When... Read More
You can show your poem to your mom, your spouse,... Read More
It's dark, it's cold, its' just six thirty,thoughts of sleep... Read More
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so,... Read More
Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th... Read More
My eyes opened. I am still alive; Living on... Read More
"To My Dear and Loving Husband" was written by America's... Read More
Amy King's first full-length collection, Antidotes for an Alibi, insists... Read More
I am among those who know that one never recovers... Read More
[As Told by the Last] King: it was in the... Read More
Man UnbowedUnbowed by sin, the world of man, stands Upon... Read More
"All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling."--Oscar WildePeople write poetry... Read More
There once lived an old man and his goodwife On... Read More
I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF FLOWERS... Read More
So Many Einstein'sThe morning mist, insists there is a God.... Read More
Poetry |