Still More New Thoughts

Unwanted Relic

To a former prime minister

Get you gone
You have had your day
Your time as a manipulator of voters
That era of deception
That epoch of enrichment for your friends
Is nothing now but an ugly memory
Yet you once more are being noticed
Again getting attention
With your book
Concerned with your synthetic display of piety
Published and launched
In the land of get rich quick moguls
Giving you unjustified attention
In the company of a big shot former leader
Like yourself
A flamboyant echo of the past
You use once more in your quest for significance
Ay, there’s the rub
That notable enchilada
Gives status to your faded persona
And you are photographed together
A study of pretence
With a neat little storyline
Promoting future preparations
For that wondrous money spinner known as war
Thus we have two fading icons for the price of one
Two self-admiring drones courting each other
From the market place disguised as democracy
That threatens so many things we need and value

Ready Aim Fire

The deadly demise of civilians
Especially women and children
Is a tragic outcome
That guilty leaders must own up to
And a full enquiry will be held they announce
It is one of the outcomes of war
Yes, they may indeed be right
But it takes two to fight
So the guilt of conflict is forever shared
By each belligerent
When innocence is shattered
Or battle-lines are drawn
Without an infinite quest for peace…
Should negotiations fail
And bloody conflict ensue
The death of innocents is wrong beyond redemption
So heed me you sabre-rattlers
From the military industrial complex
We know who you are
Your names are inscribed
On your bank financial statements
Your ethos
Is suggested by the death notices of your victims
Your destiny
Is revealed by the awareness of true history
Come forward then
Blow your trumpets and beat your drums
Hide your guilt
On triumphant peace settlements
And praise loudly
The exceptionalism of your ruthless nation

Kind Hearts Are Needed

For A Schoolmate

Dear kindhearted friend
I notice you are beset by venomous censure
For your love of peace
I’ve heard this too in my life
A savage condemnation of my refusal to support
Deliberate violence that harms people
No, that tears them apart with hate and animosity
Please be not troubled by unjust censure
For yours is a noble spirit
Your willingness to listen to the words of both sides
To struggle without anger or even hate
Amidst any argument
To favour resolution without guns
And generalised hatred of another culture
You will always defy the hostility
The condemnation
The counterfeit righteousness
That justifies uncaring, unfeeling, callous conflict…
War is such a deadly thing
A solution without a problem
A sadly first resort
For the military industrial complex
So dear friend
Let your back stay turned
On hostility, enmity and concocted vendettas
Stay sharing instead
The power of wisdom, truth and love
Then
Give your critics a smile
It will be more forceful
Than all the weapons in the universe

Guilt Ridden Tempests

Fifteen people killed in deadly storms
It’s happened again
More and more and more often
Amidst ghastly destruction
Yes this is the season
Of tempests beyond reason
Caused by a profiting few
Whose deadly agendas come true
Despite the pain of the many
Who are they you may sadly ask,
These ghastly shapers of Earth’s destruction?
I reply with pain in my soul
That profit ogres have played an ugly role
In my life and yours down too many years
To thrust me towards the edge of tears
Climate lies still make a false impression
A deadly use of economic regression
Skilful word play creates invalid trust
As entrepreneurs kindle their lust
Vested interests still pollute the sky
This the governing yes-men refuse to deny
So heed me now you moneyed schemers
As you turn into torments the dreams of dreamers
Coal is brimstone for a witch’s brew
Gas is the killer tragic soldiers once knew
Fracking has led to a vast shale gas boom
But nature deplores it with warnings of doom
Oil is the foil of corporate giants
While Benedict Arnolds deny the science
So it’s once more into the breach dear friends
We must fight for validity ere our future ends

The Last Rose Of Winter

Hello Charlie
Why are you looking so pitifully sad?
Old age you say
You can’t do today what you did yesterday
Walking is painful
Your back aches
And your eyes are losing their acuity
Most of your friends are in their graves
Your wife is dead too
Hmmm…yes I’m receiving you
What’s that?
You’re a sportsman gone to seed
Once famous at football and on television
No golf now either
Too old to carry the bag
Retired from the work force of course
No longer a bank official
I’m with you
Your poverty, a sad echo of earlier riches
I understand
Yes, no car
No driving licence
A virtual social outcast
But Charlie
Surely there is something to bring you joy
A ray of sunshine, tell me
Is there one thing to change your so sad days?
Aha! Bravo!
Yes that’s it, in your winter of sadness
You’ve come back to the world with your blog

royciebaby