As now most major towns or cities have been subject to cowardly attacks by so called “Islamic (or perhaps psychotic?) extremists and/or of whatever evil demonic denomination”, including again now London my proud place of birth and breeding, I feel the need to respond!
As Gray said of poets “having thoughts that breath and words that burn” I will gladly accept that mantle!
I don’t usually “do” religion, politics and suchlike as a now “prolific and published poet”, but as said by the “Iron” Duke of Wellington “there is always a time to cut cards with the devil”, so apart from my usual observations of our world and man, thus I will….
I don’t mind or care within reason about anyone’s religion, colour, culture or beliefs, and have many friends among all of aforementioned, but when cowardly bullies seek to intimidate, murder, and cause bloodshed and atrocities on innocent people, THAT is another matter!
Thus again as a proud “born and bred” Londoner this is my angry response to Saturday 3rd June’s cowardly attack… “Impotent Bullies”
Obscene and ungodly scum
Now copy-cats as well,
Perform their sick atrocities
That condemn them to eternal hell.
For their psychotic, twisted minds
That cannot see or understand,
Why we are free and fearless
And live in a defiant land.
So however depraved and wicked
Your cowardly acts become,
We will still revile and oppose you
And leave you looking dumb.
For nothing recently has cowed us
Or forced us to concede,
So best lose your foul ideas
Because you never will succeed.
Oh yes you’ve terrified people
Gang- stabbing a helpless girl,
But take a look over your shoulder
At the defiant banner we unfurl.
For you may have been scaring
Defenceless kids and unarmed folk,
But when your bomb smoke clears
You remain a sick, sad joke.
Thus employ your bully tactics
And brief moments of shed blood,
That will always curse and damn you
As a pathetic, impotent dud!
I don’t really feel the need to say many other words as I will let my poetry speak for me in respect of France, Brussels, Tunisia and many other places of unspeakable cowardly attacks by so called “soldiers?”, who strangely will not fight against other armed and prepared forces, choosing instead defenceless women, children and unarmed men. Thus for Paris, France 13th November 2015 =
Lambs and Guns
I am naked except for my clothes
No match for knives, bombs and gun.
You can kill me anytime you want
For my only defence is to run.
You are fully armed to your teeth
A veritable arsenal moving on legs,
So you can slaughter and maim at will
No matter how much your victim begs,
As they relax, carefree on a beach,
At a cafe, or maybe a music hall.
Thus your foul war on the unarmed
Ensures that only the innocents fall!
Creeping, slithering, making your plans
Hiding in shadows behind a locked door.
Disgusting cowards, strapping on bombs
For your sick, ambushing war.
Thus you avoid, and wont bring to combat
Any trained and well armed man.
So you stick to putrid sewers,
And attack like only scum can.
For I am naked except for my clothes
No match against knife, bombs and gun.
You can try to kill me anytime you want,
But it’s not my only defence, to run.
So stalk our free world, trying to see
Easy targets like lambs, unaware at play,
Your brainwashed mind and smoking gun
Will never earn a winners sway.
Brussels 2016 and then Manchester 22nd May 2017…..
Questions of Innocence
Why did you have to kill me
At my young and tender years?
Maiming and killing others too
Replacing laughter with their tears.
Why did you have to kill me?
You didn’t even know my name,
And why murder all the others
Whose religion is just the same
As what you now claim yours is,
Or is it really more a love of war?
That spreads blood and slaughter
But only makes you scream for more.
So religions now all stand together
Different creeds you want to separate,
Some with backgrounds just like yours
United now with the ones you hate,
Brought together in huge revulsion
At your sick, barbaric act,
That will only work against you
With more unity, that’s a fact.
But why did you have to kill me
And not give me any chance?
As you blew yourself up beside me
Without the slightest second glance.
Do you think that you’ll find peace
In any life after your bomb burst?
Because wherever you do land
Your soul is forever cursed.
And of course a more general assault on freedom of speech, democracy, women’s rights and independence, choice of religion, way of life, opposition to imposed beliefs and tyranny that offend the “self elected, powerful and sectarian bullies” that spew out hate and cowardly advice to “kill themselves and others” in of pursuit this “cause” that strangely these “hate leaders” won’t do themselves???…
Hand of God
Scenic beauty, sweet fresh air
All you could wish for, it was all there,
For one more moment, then it was gone
When the coward set off another bomb.
Smoke and flames, cries and screams
Another end to countless dreams,
A place of wonder to melt all hearts
Was now a horror of body parts!
All be praised, his god is served
The dead just got what they deserved,
For not praying the same as those
Who blew them up and burnt their clothes.
Some strange god, that death he asks
From his army with their bloody tasks,
That spreads out terror, fear and dread
And victories measured by the dead.
Again you pray, your day is won
Religion spread by your smoking gun,
It is honour you want, your way is best,
Go tell the man with his shattered chest.
Little children, babes in arms
Now lie slaughtered with no more charms,
You say it is vengeance, we had done wrong
So we must suffer you sick death song.
It is peace you wish, and to make us sure
You continue to kill, and make more war,
Until we learn, and have passed the test
That your gentle, loving god is the best.
Well I think that suffices for my planned June article and I have published earlier to coincide with current activity, victims, concerns, anger, disgust etc all expressed by many to me and generally…..
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