Tag: performance poetry
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Coercion and Corruption
Holy Monday It was riddled with corruption and guilt, that temple in Jerusalem, No one could come and feel beloved excepting the moneyed leadership. —– The tables were out and wares bought, in that holy courtyard, In poverty they came where exploitation capitalised on the hungry poor. —– Pitiful returns on money exchanged, and the…
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The Poor paying for the Rich
He looked into his wallet and then into the face of his children. Oliver looked out from their faces, thinned and paled by hunger, Their sad eyes looked at under woolly hats and coat covered arm hugs. — His eyes watered and his empty belly grumbled as he opened the last dull can of beans,…
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Mercilessly the virus pursues us and prunes life on earth, Masks are worn and relationships torn and born on the net. Massive queues by the hospital to see the overworked staff. Moment by moment worsening ’til Covid conversations are Mixed with Christmas Greetings and curtains closely drawn. —— Many people are working to avoid the…
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The Truth is no Truth at All.
The Truth Really Hurts It’s not time to ring in the truth because it hurts. I have been scalded by the truth as it works into my gut and leaves the guilt lurking nauseously, clinging to my brain until I am rendered a kindly repentant soul again and say those words so very hard but…
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#MeToo Reclaim the Streets
beastly distance as they cruelly chant, they swore, called us whores and aimed at our cores where we kowtow to a male society, that never passes any laws. do the police even try to work for our cause, show them iron doors close their jaws, quieten their roars, for men
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They have a dream.
I have a dream, one cried. to subjugate and sully the lives of all those who are not like me. —— I have a dream, two cried. to bully and bait each and everyone who cannot be treated in my equality. —– I have a dream, the third said, to have power and control, to…
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A Little Child Will Lead Them.
I looked and saw thousands of children, spilling over the land, their eyes all alight and shining; bright as the sunlight on the bright blue sea. —— They danced and sang as they came, and their many hued faces laughing with delight – for these are cheerful children favoured by fortune . ——— I turned…
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