Poetry

Poetry

It goes on one at a time,
it starts when you care to act,
it starts when you do it again after they said no,
it starts when you say we and know who you mean,
and each day you mean one more.

Marge Piercy

Franz Magnitz Lied
Tuesday, 15 January 2019 14:18

Franz Magnitz Lied

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The latest squib from Kevin Higgins follows these events and is a re-write/parody of the Horst-Wessel song, see here. Frank Magnitz Lied* after Horst Wessel by Kevin Higgins We button tight our leather breeches. We prance down Friedrichstrasse, everything clenched.Our comrade, Frank, laid gloriously low on the car-park concreteby what…
It's a new morning
Wednesday, 05 December 2018 17:27

It's a new morning

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It’s a new morning by Marilyn Francis It’s a new morningpay attentionto the pig’s headand its mouthful of fleshpay attentionto the workersin stolen trainersand nowhere to run. It’s a new morningover fieldsover orchardsand broke-back pickerspicking for next-to-nothingpay attentionto the babyripping up booksin his cot. It’s a new morningover Gotham Citya…
The Roscommon evictions: Leader of Irish Government Speaks Out Against Hyperbole
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Saturday, 29 December 2018 12:05

The Roscommon evictions: Leader of Irish Government Speaks Out Against Hyperbole

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Leader of Irish Government Speaks Out Against Hyperbole after William Shakespeare by Kevin Higgins There has been much hyperbolic comment of lateabout the admittedly rather sad case of a man who had his new corneas removedby two blokes from Lithuaniaor Neilstown (somewhere like that) because he fell behind with the…
Happy Brexmas, For Folk's Sake: two poems by Jim Mainland
K2_PUBLISHED_ON Friday, 21 December 2018 09:37

Happy Brexmas, For Folk's Sake: two poems by Jim Mainland

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Happy Brexmas by Jim Mainland The turkey’s chlorine-washed bish-boshed well and truly stuffed and there’s no room at the Wetherspoon’s so go give birth in a foodbank, you citizen of nowhere, you queue-jumper you plank! And goodbye wise-guy Magi (we’ve had enough of experts) and, Oi, shepherds, watch your backs…
A hammer ringing out like a Beethoven trumpet
Monday, 17 December 2018 11:28

A hammer ringing out like a Beethoven trumpet

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A hammer ringing out like a Beethoven trumpet by Fred Voss The new young machinist is in lovewith the steel blockhe holds his machinist tool square up against it and liftsthe block with all the muscle in his arms up againstthe lightstreaming through a high machine shop window and sees…
Imagine
Wednesday, 05 December 2018 22:20

Imagine

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Imagine by Marilyn Francis From St George’s Hillit’s only fifteen minutes by carto the nearest Food Bank.Walking, it’s an hour, or sovia three golf coursesand private roads. A Brotherhood of Man On April Fool’s Day, 1649,the Diggers came, not to turn the world upsidedown,but to cultivate the wasteland, and the…
Guerrilla Gardening
Wednesday, 05 December 2018 17:25

Guerrilla Gardening

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Guerrilla Gardening by Marilyn Francis It’s gardening day in Parliament SquareCritical Mass and the WOMBLES are thereplanting a shrubbery of grass and weed.In the People's garden at Parliament Square. In the Worker's garden at Parliament Squarethe ghosts of the Diggers and Winstanley are theresilently cheering the proletarian cause.It’s gardening day…
The War Abroad
Tuesday, 04 December 2018 18:56

Trump's Creed

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Trump's Creed or The Neoliberal Agenda by Kevin N. Jelf They want us allto live in fear!Fear of unemployment,fear of poverty,fear of the foriegner,the migrant and the refugee;especially if they are Muslim. They paint them allas terrorists.They want us to be so scaredwe'll happily give upcherished freedomsin exchange for the…
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