Tell it to the five year old
Whose home was blown away
And since the hurricane passed,
Has no home in which to stay.
Tell it to the grieving mother
With tears upon her face
Who now sets the table
With one less dinner place
Tell it to the jobless man
Whose family must be fed
For business needs of his former job
Doesn’t care if they’ll be dead.
Tell it to the elderly
Whose prescriptions won’t be filled
While drug companies only care
If their greed is being billed
Tell it to your neighbor
In the driveway as you pass
You parked your car forever
Due to outrageous price of gas
Avarice and Greed became
The new laws of our land
Corporations buy officials
To advance their corporate brand.
We naturally reflect on America’s past
this July 4, 2026, Independence Day
Could be America’s last
So, take a minute to pray
With Momdani running New York
Muslims to ban Christianity, alcohol and pork
As corporations flee Katie Wilson’s Seattle
#1 company there soon will be
‘Gramma’s Baby Rattles’
In Chicago, there’s Brandon Johnson
who doesn’t like to call a thug a thug
even when all they do is kill and mug
Progressive judges sentence them to summer camp in Wisconsin
(And if AOC is elected President in November of 2028
She’ll serve up free LSD and cannabis on the White House lawn)
So, let’s hope that by the time July 4, 2029 comes around
Putinville, Iowa won’t be America’s premiere town
Those from the Far Right
Aren’t all that bright
They really can’t wait
To peddle their hate
And make people feel uptight.
They stomp around without a care
Furiously waving their flags in the air
Freely attacking migrants on sight
Wrongly believing that might is right
As they demonstrate a Hitleresque flair.
While the poor continue to hurt
Totally fooled by those in Brownshirts
Wage slaves continue breaking their backs
Corporations continue to not pay tax
Oh look there’s another billionaire pervert.
So don’t be fooled by the loudest voices
And be wise when making political choices
They came for the Gypsies, the commos, the Jews
And one day they might even come for you
And the fascists will all rejoice.
(Overheard at an Ecopsyche
Workshop)
The blue pill
Or as we like to call it,
“The self-with-nature seminar,”
Allows one to
Walk in fairly unkept woods
Surprisingly unaided
But regularly looked-after by an Eco-adjuster
Herself a blue pill graduate
And certificate holder.
You also receive
An animal mask
A booklet of
Fire ring songs
Plus, tips on how be a
Tacky-Tack eco-influencer.
You might even get the courage to say
Out loud:
“Corporations be damned!”
No side effects have been reported.
The red pill,
Our
“Cynic in the woods advanced program”
Will make you frothing-at-the-mouth-mad
Overflowing with eco anxiety
And as obstinate-uncompromising
As
Greta
Tintin
Eleonora
Ernman
Thunberg.
You’ll likely be arrested.
You might even lose
University tenure
And be on many ‘no-fly’ lists.
You’ll wake every morning
Knowing that you have not done enough
To save the planet.
“What’ll it be?”
“Two blues please.”
In saying this I feel the shame
It's not the US alone to blame.
It's also UK & all the EU.
It all boils down to me & to you.
Neither is it only just their mess;
Neither is it politics or the press
Or the corporations
Or other nations.
***
There was a time in history
When humanity would say "It's no mystery.
It's the work of the devil
That the playing field is not level."
"It's the axis of evil
That allow some to be so gleeful,
When so many must suffer,
For they are 'the other.' "
***
"They should know their place & see!"
Whilst some, happy in their complacency,
Watch millions starve & die;
And the horse we sit upon is so high,
That looking down we do not see
That the real cause is actually you & me.
In Brussels, I sat among doubters.
You spoke—calm, fierce, certain.
They mocked.
I listened.
Your words fell like thunder in a silent hall.
“Workers of the world, unite!”
They laughed.
You prophesied.
Now it is 2025.
And your shadow walks again.
Machines rule the hands of men.
Corporations sit where kings once sat.
You said,
“The production of too many useful things
creates too many useless people.”
Today I see them—
wandering, forgotten,
slaves to invisible masters.
You warned,
“History repeats itself—
first as tragedy,
then as farce.”
Look now—
Gaza burns,
Europe trembles.
The farce wears the mask of progress.
Your words were not theory,
they were scripture for the waking poor.
But the poor still dream.
The chains remain—
polished, digital, unseen.
I walk to your grave in Highgate,
where the wind still whispers revolt.
Your prophecy breathes in the dust.
Your ghost still teaches in silence.
Karl Marx—
the world you warned is here.
And I, your disciple,
kneel among your ashes,
still believing,
still mourning,
still waiting for the workers to wake.
When I was young I was politically correct
So I know what it means
To hate my flag and country,
The corporations, polluters and rulers.
But then I grew to see the world on my own
Freed from the peer pressures to conform
And started to see what there was to love
Instead of hate.
To see it all from the perspective of history
With a little gratitude
For what it is, and took to gain,
Warts and all.
Warts and all,
Somehow I never knew
Would appear so cool
From the other side.
(10/16/25)
They knock the little buildings down,
Replacing them with towers,
For giant corporations hold
Those taking-over powers.
The neighborhood has much less sun
And character and charm,
Plus traffic and more people cause
A reason for alarm.
The restaurants and shops we knew
And had for years embraced
Are empty or with unfamiliar
Stores have been replaced.
We grow to love the place we live
But when it’s cruelly changed,
It’s natural to start to feel
A little bit estranged.
Government, corporations, military,
Healthcare, and the insurance you carry -
if you fight them in court, you have my respect.
Mega-systems don't care about lives they've wrecked,
and the b******ds always win.
In the personal life of your own creation,
you can tune into a loving vibration.
You can change this sad saying to a bad cliche,
or if it's true, you can make it easier anyway,
when the b******ds always win.
Fighting the machine is enough to overwhelm,
but it's not right to knock out the man at the helm.
If you can cause change, you're a better man than I.
After the struggles I've had, I don't even try,
and the b******ds always win.
The almighty dollar is all that matters,
without consideration for lives it shatters.
People in the system, ain't more than a cog.
To get someone to care, you must buy a dog,
and the b******ds always win.
In the name of fairness
a president who incites an insurrection would be hung for treason
Corporations and wealthy people would pay their share of taxes
The electoral college would be abolished so everyone has an equal vote
Rapists and sexual predators would be kicked off the Supreme Court
No one would decide what a young woman does with her body except her
Congressmen would have the same insurance as the rest of us
Assault rifles would be destroyed; no one needs them.
The NRA would have to pay billions of dollars to victims families
In the name of fairness
I am weary of politics,
its plastic people
and the endless lies,
the glorification
of the outrageous antics
of the rich and famous,
the intolerance
and exclusivity preached
by most religions,
sensationalist media
who seek to deceive
and divide for the sole
purpose of ratings.
I am tired of excuses
and the way in which
honest people are exploited,
the power of big corporations
and angered by the mistreatment
of our planet. I am sick
of the promises made
by a world addicted to wealth
and the necessity to own
the latest must have gadget
and the modernist doctrine
of the primacy of the “self”.
We have lost our way
by abandoning the sacred,
the soulful connection
to the earth and what lay
beyond. My old and perhaps
naive mind imagines an ideal
where the world and life is not
configured to serve our most
unholy needs
but to those that will lift us
towards the greater good.
I'm Glinda, the Starman Fairy,
or, if you want, I can be the Blue Fairy from Pinocchio.
I'll be whatever you want me to be,
You paid your consulting fee, so
I'll show up as someone you know.
You've got a pretty nice planet here,
better than my home planet - the nicest one I've ever seen.
I would sure hate for it to disappear.
Oh, the grape, the apple, the tangerine,
fields of wheat, seas of aquamarine.
You're facing an existential threat.
Don't take it from corporations or politicians they enlist,
climate change will get much worse yet.
Check the aliens on my client list.
They say, ask independent scientists.
Your people have created wonderful things -
the Great Pyramids, Taj Mahal, Shakespeare, and Machu Picchu -
and you, too, have nature, from which man springs.
Well, I must depart, and I'll miss it so -
would you be sad to see it go?
Middle aged man in Docs,
vintage leather jacket and
grey haired pubes around his cock.
Ill fitting tour shirts rekindling a hazy past.
Barrowlands, The Bunnymen. Hammersmith Odeon,The Clash.
U2 at University pre Bono crawling up his own ****.
Danced and hugged on stage with Terry Hall,
arrested for d&d outside Bradfords Great Hall,
after watching John Cooper Clarke supporting The Fall.
Life reinvigorated by the post punk explosion,
no longer searching the NME gig guide,
but a Spotify recommendation.
or an even sadder email notification.
A pre gig meal opposed to a walk home pie in a barm.
Ear buds for the tinnitus and Bisoprolol to keep calm.
Heartbreak to watch the talent unrewarded,
by a government devoid of a cultural foresight.
Stifled opportunities
through Tory Brexit lies,
Allowing the corporations of Cowles and the EMI’s to
reap million upon million,
leaving the grassroots unnurtured, venues struggling to stay open.
Our greatest export,
an industry broken.
Our minds are becoming a cesspit
full of wokeness and misinformation
fuelled by a media that lies.
It's time we awoke from this madness
before big corporations poison our minds.
The casualty of all this nonsense
Is that truth no longer exist
The silent majority, have been silent to long
to all this deceit and corruption that lives.
relatives said Mitch’s ideas were preposterously silly
Nonsensical I heard, about my cousin Mitch Willy
He was always entertaining though, a clever sounding cuss.
Ended up writing computer systems; now richer than most of us.
We can’t believe others believed in him, the relatives said.
He seemed crazy to us, farfetched, foolish, fantasy-fed.
But corporations ran with his ideas, and it made them all rich.
Now my naysaying relatives wish they had listened to Mitch.
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