The sick lie dying in temples of pretence, We worship illusions in the film show of life. Being old is an inconvenience. The conveyor-belt of care trudges on, driven by a capitalist machine. All goes to nothing. Rich men pray in the house of God, but God is not there. Robots wink at […]
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The Smoke filled foundry, mighty furnace roar, for every penny that is earned, a pool of sweat upon the floor. The workers have no power, therefore doomed to patience’s dread. Workers invisible, they are the living dead. In the captive stench, of factory Pollution, a thought within their mind of violent revolution. And it will
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The Ice rink statues move in the freezing fog, a day to remember, a wonderful time. Old man walks his dog along the ancient towpath knowing that time has run out. His life awaits the doom of memories burned out in a hostile world. Idiots write poetry and spew out inverted self -centered rhyme, trying
The Sun Set last night over the Stour valley lights, the last train to Sudbury rattled its way through an English landscape. The Owl and the Badger painted themselves into the moons interpretation, and I, played the fool again of asking the question, is God there? A million dreamers had looked on that scene and
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If you could look at the world spinning in space and if you could look into human society as a detached outside observer, what would you feel and, what questions would you ask? Imagine one alien saying to another, “Hay Ding Dong, they say they are all in this together, they want ‘big society’, they
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I wish to be remembered as a symbol of light. The light bulb has now replaced the candle, but the difference is of course that it needs electric power. I think we need people power to shine the light of honesty, truth, liberation and justice for all. Wherever that light shines someone will smile, it
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Before I begin allow me to correct a common misconception. The term ‘working class’ does not adequately describe the british underclass. The people I am writing about would be better described as ‘The totally dis-empowered’. I feel that I am able to describe such people because I have experienced this for myself. A butterfly that
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When I was young I looked out of my aunties window I looked out on what appeared to be a militarized society Strange shapes in a picture post card world It was as if someone had painted a picture just for me! It was ‘My’ window and I possessed it totally. I had no thought