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It Cuts Deep

Captured like game. 
Branded like cattle. 
Herded like sheep
Treated Like cargo, and defects where thrown in the deep.
Certified merchandise 
"Negro show me your teeth"
Murder guys who don't hold their own; no hope for the weak

"You better dig deep, 
Cause I don't care about your suffer and strife"
If you were advanced then your people would have fought for your life 
Instead of human trafficking there own, for goods from the whites 
Besides your black. 
You can never have rights"

As a result most blacks are poor, and still seen as less.
A people unsure of themselves, 
A race in distress 
It cuts deep,
Like whips on the back of the slaves
Whose grandchildren still fade in the land of the brave.

But I am a diaspora man
An African with habits of an Anglo Saxon clan 
Racial discrimination still spans this land
But still I rise, brother give me your hand 

Mike Concise 2009 ©
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One Nation

One Nation.
8 social class groups; 
63 million people; 
50,000 millionaires; and 
100,000 homeless. 
One Nation.

One Nation.
Two parliaments; two assemblies 
6 mainstream parties; 
650 MPs; (27 ethnic minorities MPs); but
35% of the population never voted. 
One Nation

One Nation 
14 million children; 25,000 schools
7% of pupils are in private school;
31% of MPs attended private school; but 
3.5 million kids are still in poverty 
One Nation. 

One Nation
134 Prisons
90,000 Prisoners
145,000 Police officers; but
1,000 deaths in police custody without one conviction. 

One Britain; 
One Nation?

Mike Concise © 2015
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Note: The political idea of One Nation in British politics was coined by Benjamin Disraeli (1804–1881) and used by countless politicians since, to refer the duty owed by the 'better off' to help those less well endowed and fortunate. That irrespective of     class, Britian should not be two nations of rich and the poor, but rather one, united society.

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Economic Winters

Another cold winter has passed. 
Every winter threatens even colder icey blasts. 
Green shoots still bud, somehow. 

Frost subsidies; spring's hope approaches. 
Now flowers need pruning, hedges trimming. But...
too many cuts, stump development.  

Come either rain or snow, 
balanced budgets make neither friend nor foe 
of deficits and surpluses. 

The gardener snips. Considering damage. 
Restoring order. Uprooting weeds. Encouraging growth. 
Preparing better, for next winter.  

Mike Concise © 2015
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Migrating Birds

Bonuses have shrunk. 
Two ambitions now remain:
make Board or expat.

Sun-kissed and well-fed 
migrating birds, time to time 
reminisce of home. 

Open foreign minds,
gated local dwellings,
home sick capital. 

More money; less tax. 
Lost abandoned ambition
repatriated.  

Mike Concise © 2015
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How It Went Down

A decade of growth and decadent boom 
People didn't mention the debt elephant in the room
It was the charge of the bull
Many pockets were full
The search for a higher return was the motivational pull. 

But whilst stocks and shares rocked and flared
Investors held their breath in shock and fear
They seemed to forget that markets go up and markets go down
Because as long as uncertainty shows up, the cycle goes round

But to be fair the times were good, and returns seemed sure
The earnings of many corporations, continued to soar
The zeitgeist was the age of prosperity, profit and greed
It wasn't the time to question sustainability or question the need

Many financial advisers advised that it was the right way to go
"You should take advantage now, while all these rates of interest are low"
So many consumers took out mortgages, that they just couldn't afford
Including the 'sub prime', with bad credit, and of course the poor

But let's not forget, that the consumer went along, and played ball
Creatures of habit responding to the mating call, that beckoned us all
Deposits levels came down, loan-to-value went up
House prices bubbled and brimmed and we all drank from the cup.

Now the banks merged all of these mortgages together in lumps
Sold them as safe bets to investors, who were taken for chumps
Then the US housing market crashed
Now comes the the consequences
Unsurprisingly mortgage repayments started to slump

So called safe investments soon became worthless as junk
Families who had homes repossessed now facing the funk
Securitisation of mortgages now seemed so dumb
Regulators appeared powerless, dozing and numb

Lehman Brothers collapsed. America sneezed
The world became infected. Financial markets siezed
Governments and Central Banks now stepped into the fray
To prop up a system, that should have been reconfigured that day

Many banks were bailed; too big to fail. 
The bankers who were at the wheel, too big to jail.
The humble tax payer was forced to post the cash
And many years later many banks still owe this cash

So the world was saved but here's the 'but'
The pubic purse was utilised, to escape the rut 
Now all society must pay the price; take a hit to the gut
And suffer the pain, of historic public services cuts. 

Mike Concise © 2015
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Murder At the Ballot Box

...iii.
What would the ballot box say, if the ballot box spoke? 
What would the ballot box relay if the ballot box wrote?

Would it, scream blue murder, and expunge the air from its lungs.
In honor of all of the injustices, and all of the wrongs.
Would it collapse weak, and weep?
Then release details of murders it had had to secretly keep.
The murders at the ballot box.
Or would it be a witness that's been silenced, with signs of bruises and knocks.
Or maybe a freedom fighter fearlessly exposing the lies,
Fighting with such fire in its belly, and just truth in its eyes. 
Shining light in the dark places of electoral fraud,
Where the electorate is owed a deficit when an election is flawed.
Where against an orchestral background of human progress, you can hear the odd struck dissonant notes of dissent and discord.

What would the ballot box say; would the ballot box bawl?
Would any of this be any different if this could even happen at all?
But because the ballot box is silent, even when democracy stalls.
The ballot box, same as ever will continue to take the fall. 

*Extract from poem - Murder at the Ballot Box

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What Kind of a Union Is This

She said she would stay if I gave her more independence, 
that I had to give her more flexibility in how she handles her affairs. 

She told me she would stay if I maintained her allowance, but allowed her to generate her own cash, and keep whatever she made. 
She said the cap-in-hand approach that had served us so well these many years, no longer met her needs. 

She told me that she would stay, but that we had to change the terms of our relationship,
that the world had moved on but that the way I treated her harkened back to a bygone era.

She told me that if I couldn't conform, she'd already found another suitor. 
That she, could easily be even more successful, as part of another union. 

And I admit, I did not react well: 
I did not tell her that she was amazingly  beautiful.
I did not tell her that she was inspirationally intelligent.
I did not remind her that together we had once ruled the world, so what would we possibly achieve apart?
I did not reassure her, that whilst my heart wholly craved for us to be together,
if she chose to leave, I believed she could do whatever she put her mind to. 

But all of this could have been forgotten.
All of this could been forgiven. 
If not for one thing my dear friend.  

In all of this,
she did not once tell me,
that she loved me. 


NOTE: This is a poem about the September 2014 Scottish independence election, where the people of Scotland voted to remain part of the United Kingdom. The constitutional ramifications for the state of the entire union are still playing out. 

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These Are the Words

Whilst cute quotations, and perfectly formed sentences have been reared and pampered on the lawns of perfectly kept estates...

These words...
These words have been sweat.
These words have been cried. 
These words have been bled. 

These words have been laboured into birth
And have now emerged pregnant with life. 
These words have grown with time, matured with age, and been shaped by experience. 

These words have pushed through the cracks in the concrete. 
They have broken free from the shackles of shameless poverty
They have smashed through the barriers of continents and language
And fly liberally refusing to acknowledge yesterday's trauma. 

These words have withstood a barrage of abuse. 
These words have waded knee deep through social sewage, flicking away flies of low expectations and perceived anticipated failure. 

These words have:
- stood against the bullets of bullys
-dodged the fiery darts of doubters and the fierce flames of the fear of failure; and 
- they have survived the ariel assaults of derogatory self-accusation. 

I did not seek these words. 
These words sought a free tongue, and a willing heart. 
These words sought a brave soul, and a firm hand. 
These words sought a fertile mind and strong loving spirit
I did not seek these words, these words sought me. 

Cover your ears if you feel you do not have the stomach to hear these words. 
Because... 
These words have been purified 
These words have been fortified. 
Amidst a dialogue of diatribe,
These words have been distilled. 

These, are not the words of an idler.  
These words have been dug from depths
Forged with feeling
Finessed with thought
Perfected with practised 
Constructed to plan 
Crafted with Passion 
And conclude, towards a towering purpose. 

These words have been drawn upon by masculine men
Flattered by feminine lips 
Looked up to by youthful eyes 
But not wretched I!
These words were mouthed by me but inspired by our Father in Heaven.  

These words...
If there be any good, and if there be any virtue
These words...
Are the words of Mike Concise. 


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Coalition Cocktails

Dearest friend did I mention, 
that I am not yet convinced about these coalition cocktails. 

These cocktails of compromise can quickly cause confusion.
Traditional reliables, mixed with fresh and new infusions.
Watered down potency, muster these illusions
Of neutrality, accessibility, of binding, and of fusion. 

Contrasting composites of strong and fruity mixtures; 
Colliding compounds of strange, exotic elixir. 
Confounding ancient wisdom, and conventional stricture,
On the logic of certain combinations, I'm sure you're getting the picture...

That I am not yet convinced about these coalition cocktails!

I'd rather just one strong taste, and done.
The first passed the tongue's usually the one.
Now undesired flavours solicit my reactions,
And unpursued tastes reduce my satisfactions 

Each fighting for the limelight, each vying for my attention.
Like my pallot was the ballot, and my chioice like an election.
And though sometimes a blend works, to the point of sheer perfection.
As the flavours fall away, the after taste often reveals the nature of this artificial mix,
To which I'm sure I have mentioned...

That I remain to be convinced about these coalition cocktails!

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Speratu, Somnium and Credo - Hope, Dream and Believe

i. 
I hope for my dreams with yearning... 

as when mothers look for signs of new life 
as when flowers peer towards the sky for rain 
as when anger waits on patience for peace.  

ii.  
I taste my dreams with vision... 

as when hungry people dream they are eating 
as when thirsty people fantasize they are drinking 
as when blind people visualise seeing.  

iii.  
I walk in faith with praising... 

as when lame men, walk, and dance for His glory 
as when mute men, talk, and start to sing His praises 
as when dead men, revive, and live for His purpose. 

iv 
I've faith that my dreams have occurred. 

That my hope is somehow,  
reverse evidence shouting back to me to believe now.  
That my visions are reflections of events set to come.  
Unless my unbelief severs the cord of a birth yet to come 

Mike Concise © 2015
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