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Veracity Truth it is an elusive thingDangerous for someAs Julian Assange was pilloried for telling itBut when maskedIt shapes the destiny of roguesAre you listening?You hypocrites who make a livingOr gain power from falsehoodsThe reality of your scheming is more and more evidentTo an ever increasing number of thinking observersSo take care when you goContinue reading “And You…”

So You’ve Lost So you’ve lostYouWith your political inanityAfter years of your inhumanityWhen you blossomed on a tree of deceptionNow you’re an item in a trash canA piece of life lying in a gutter of forgetfulnessYour voice is drownedBy a gathering wind of irrelevanceTo be overcome at lastBy prayers of reasonWhat you did is theContinue reading “For You Too”

Endings Well here we are at lastSomewhereWorn out with lifeCast aside by chief executivesAs a penalty for ageingAdrift, but buoyed up by memoriesOf times that were differentOnce walking freely with no stickLeaping up stairs several at a timeHitting a boundary on that green swardTeaching as my other gameAlways employed when youngerIn classes that never endShoppingContinue reading “Hey There…”

Defence An amorphous concept, defenceSounds virtuousImplies danger from somewhereSuggestive of paternal regardA watching over of the vulnerableWith love and careBy loquaciously adept political figuresBut one moment pleaseWhat is the point of the weapons you make?Those jobs jobs jobsDoing thatMean big businessExpansion an ever present aimFor thatYou need potential enemiesFoesConjured forthMore often by myth than realityJeopardyContinue reading “More Political Echoes”

We Have A Plan When bad men combine, the good must associate;else they will fall one by one, an unpitied sacrificein a contemptible struggle.Edmund Burke O we know the secrets of monetary wranglingTo govern we have a planOur political game won’t stop at a manglingOf the truth since time beganSo we pander to the richContinue reading “Political Echoes”

Limbo Purgatory is where I liveOtherwise known as NauruFor I sought asylumTo be doomed there insteadIn bondageAlthough I have done no wrongThere is no queue I am accused of jumpingTo travel by boat is not a crimeRefuge sought is not a dangerous thingBut an end of suffering for damaged soulsIn this placeMorning is a heraldContinue reading “Poems Again”