Guilty by Nation

Jez.

Behold the avalanche of venom-ink
Which headless shills cascade obsessively
In orchestrated coward-storms of bile,
A feast of rampant spin from fact-shy scribes

Blue heat and pressure, cruel, undignified
Bombards from wealthy condescending heights
A thousand words per minute – PR gas –
Rich froth of filth, their finest gangerene

Beneath their continental shelf of guile,
Within the cage of prejudice they rile
They aim to slap and awe democracy
To break a man whose vice is decency

But mountains hurled to crush and suffocate,
Nor tidal waves of righteous excrement,
In Baldrick-worthy cunning coups cannot
Suppress the brave, with true integrity.

For heaven knows the pain of furnace flames
Designed to punish, shame, humiliate –
The cursing pressure wrought to dessimate
The slickest suits in politics of fakes

Yet under forces deigned to smash the soul,
Beneath the deluge, deep under the muck
A man still stands, indomitable, calm
His mettle – uncorruptable resolve –

Unwavering, inspiring, solid grit,
With true commitment, care and empathy,
With strengh beyond his own, but drawn from all
Who dare to struggle, fight for equity.

Within the ire, they forge his principles
To serve the people, challenge war-makers,
A selfless rock of hope who’s tough as steel,
The people’s champ, the diamond geezer,
Jez.

No Visa, No Ticket

There’s a place to mix the sticky spit –
Politicians’ spit – with gypsies’ tears,
Sweat that’s filtered, cut with razor wires,
Curdling hopes, and slowing heartbeats caught
Captive: trapped and hostage under crushing
Veins, with diesel fumes and slowly sinking
Loves. It’s called the Mediterranean.
Made by laws to justify the lives
Subterranean.

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Dishonest Burgers

They say the meat they sell is honest,
One hundred per cent.
Implied in that presumably,
That foreign beef misleads.
But if there was truth on the bone,
Why do they mince their words
To play the humble nationalist,
Who slaughters well, with love .

My Country Immemorial

Do you remember, when you first were born,
As oxygen first trespassed through your lungs,
You knew which nation life had married you,
You knew you had a flag, its colours, name,
You knew you had a country, history, true,
You knew you had a land, with borders sharp,
So glorious, so ancient, civilised.

Do you remember, when you first were born,
You knew your tribe – a peoples – race and God,
You knew your Kings, your Queens, ethnicity,
And with that first, sweet exiled air, you knew
To sing, your anthem cum your battle cry;

You knew you had, in time, to sacrifice,
Your blood. Against invaders, enemies,
You knew. All this. Innate. All natural.

Do you remember, when you first were born,
The reason why, you chose that place, this Earth?

Anti-Semantics

They came, they droned, they cluster bombed
And then they stole our words
We couldn’t speak about our world
And what our mirrors saw

They took our vowels so when I called,
Mother! Mother! Help!
All you heard were soothing winds
Then, Murder! Murder! Kill!

They opened the mouth of father’s corpse
And stole his consonants
To make him dumb, a raging ghost
Who spits from jagged gums

They tombed conjunctions mass in graves,
Decapitated tongues
To sever our souls from history
Existence buried alive

Without a verb, we’re passive, tense
Imperfect noun-less noise
They executed us with lies –
Semantic assassins

Big Society Recipe: For Mother Pukkas

Skewer swarms of migrant roaches
Stoke the fire beside their nests
Marinate in weasels’ words
Boil them red, like lobsters, live

Sun-dry out their tears in Greece
Beat and whisk through Italy
Tenderise with truncheons raw
Batter, skin in Hungary

Lean and mean, no salt of earth
Boiled hard, exotic eyes
Sourced direct from Jungles French
Screams that taste, je ne sais quoi

Sunday Roach, a British treat
Cuts are served on gravy trains
Not too much though – 20K
Max in five years keeps us, us

Hold the leftovers detained
Braise their rights indefinitely
Freeze their futures, then decant
Jellied mental health desserts

Might we not run out of these
Cheap organic free-range bites?
Worry not we’ve plenty more
Intervention where they’ve nests

Macerate and masticate,
Feast, digest to your delight
Guilt-free naughtiness to pass
Through your anus, eyes and lips

Eat their pride, they’re just a swarm
Eat their worlds, they’re just a swarm
Eat their children
Eat their minds
Eat their dreams and eat and eat
Eat and eat and shit and eat
Eat and piss and shit and eat and

Bob’s your indigenous uncle –
That’s how you bake, a Big Society.

They were human beings

They were human beings and they needed help.

The only reason

Chiune Sugihara, ‘Japanese Schindler

gave

to exchange his career

for the lives of thousands

of refugees.

He issued them transit visas. Against direct orders.

Today

they are still human beings

and they need help.

A Breath of Bureaucracy

My granny was a refugee
a Jew from Germany
She made it out, all on her own
with just her violin

Her family, they couldn’t flee
because they didn’t please
the ever strict bureaucracy
that noosed the refugees

she never saw them ever again
her mother, sister, nephew

My granny was a refugee
her maiden name, Israel

She said of those who gassed her loves,
Bureaucracy, kills

The Right Honourable Smear Machine

If you spit enough
twaddle
Some will smear
your own face.

The churnalistic commentator class
of mainstream media PR-moneyed hacks
is arguably the most unpleasant shame
less smear-fantastic, hard-right biased swarm
of pseudo-intellectual-liberal
aggressive corporate-subservient
attack-drone hive-mind clone-war group-think new-
speak-vomiting vindictive petty herd
of over educated, privileged
yet morally destitute and under-learned
humanitarian-bomb-someone fiends,
who spew with gold-nibbed fountain pens the death
warrants for poor, disabled, voiceless, sick
or foreign nameless unhumans – with righteous,
capriciously malevolent dogma:
unjust, inaccurate, incompetent,
corrupt sadistic sanguine-proud bullies,
democracidal idle, infanticidal
sham of truth-shy click-bait
“journalists”

Heartless in Mayfair

“Refugees are fucking peasants”

Who the hell could spit such hate
Repulsive as is ignorant

I’d sat down on the pavement during
the refugees are welcome march.
A friend and I we sat in Mayfair
to scribble signs that called, Cameron!

Out of the blue the hate hit me
It smacked my gut as I looked up
To see a man who said in passing,
“Refugees are fucking peasants”

The man in question pushed a buggy
He wore a light pink polo shirt
With upturned collar that revealed
A gaudy stars and stripes design

He couldn’t look us in our eyes
But turned his head as he shat hate
Which took a moment to sink in
Before I said to him: “Fuck off!”

The man walked on pushing his babe
And volleyed back his best retort
A textbook non sequitur
Of, “get a job!” So I replied:
“I’ve got a job – Get a heart!”

The coward racist scurried on
Back to his cave of putrid bile
Presumably, somewhere in Mayfair

“I feel really sorry for his child,”
My friend said in all seriousness.

The man in gaudy star-striped collar
Repulsive as was ignorant

Notice of Asteroid

They’re coming over here, and taking our space
say the stars, the planets
the moons and supernovas.
It’s not the white dwarves’ burden
lament the piercing giants who,
alight for centurion light years, have known
the darkness that we, aboard this pale blue blot,
have had to offer the universe.
Mars is full. Space is full. Stop leering at our black holes,
go back to whence you came –
back to your walls, your wars, your monetised theory of existence.
Don’t come over here, but explore yourselves first.
Or else,
You’re liable for extinction.
Non-compliance will result
in Notice of Asteroid.
Celestial disregards,
Heavens Office
‘for a safe, just and tolerant space’

Minor Amendments

defy their borders
freedom to wall
we purge you to vote
and have a swarm heart

Target-Rich Environment

Arms dealers are the paedophiles of the business world.

They – for personal power, profit and gratification – puncture untold misery and mayhem into the vulnerable; whilst being too cowardly to openly admit the barbarous amputations, blood and decapitations they ejaculate.

At least they’re all always prepared with the same pathetic excuse: if we don’t fuck them someone else would.

Or, it’s for your own protection, freedom and self-defence.

They were asking for it.

Asking for their spirits to soar, with our FTSE 100 shares.

Got Bombed? Get the T-Shirt.

Kiss me, I’m so famous said one Joseph
Kony

Saw me on their Apple Macs and now they
want me

Also famous are my buddies Henry,
Tony

Barack&
Kim&
Bashir&
Dubya.

Tony Guardian of the Blair of War

Be the Regime-Change you want to see in the world
New Labour, New war orphans
Teach them a lesson, Teach them a lesson, Teach them a lesson
Putin has active and existing plans for the use of Jeremy Corbyn,
who could be activated within 45 minutes
Power thumb-screws
Middle finger piece envoy
Bushwacked blairback freedom, with the coalition of the pre-emptive wargasm
dodgy Chilcot
Dear Muammar
I don’t do democracy
I do god

Of course there is no doubt that Iraq, the region and the whole world would be better off without the CIA Saddam. They deserve to be led by someone who can abide by international law, not a murderous dictator given column inches in the Guardian.

Someone who can make the country rich and successful, not impoverished by my own Saddam’s personal greed.

Public Frenemy No. 1

Liz Kendall – a Breath of Fresh Blair™
Claims to like Public Enemy (probably first heard on the paralympics promo)
Evidently listens to their lyrics
As much as public opinion

Un-spun, her neo-liberal policies are,
Welcome to the Terrordome
Her scripted neo-liberal platitudes,
Louder than a Bomb (over miscarriages in Baghdad)

Chuck D: Check the facts, expose those cats
Who pose as heroes and take advantage of blacks
Your government’s gangster, so cut the crap
A war going on so where y’all at?

Kendall: more money for NATO; bomb Iraqis some more? Sure, start.
High-fibre abstention from recognition of Palestine
Full-fibre votes against reducing tax-avoidance
Principled stand for mass retention of fibre-optic communications data
and more high-tech jobs… at GCHQ?

Chuck D: Our freedom of speech is freedom or death
We got to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
Fight the power

Wait, there’s more from Ms Corplantationopoly
Votes against higher tax on alcohol profits
Votes against higher tax of pollutant airline profits
Sponsored content by Kellogg’s Fruit n’ Fibre: votes against a register of lobbyists

Chuck D: Blood in my pocket
Can’t stop the corporate prophet
Out for just profit
Dare you to stop it

Can’t spin a broken voting record: Don’t Believe the Hype
Kendall (Cooper and Burnham), none exactly
Rebel Without a Pause
Clear and loud are the Blarites, plotting already pre-emptive post-Corbyn regime change
 
In the words of Chuck D and Flavor Flav:
They don’t care about me, they don’t care about you

They don’t care about you and your crew
Your family neighborhood and plus, 
They don’t give a damn about us

Fooling all the people all the time: Harder Than You Think
Every day we’re bombarded by media disinformation
Excreted by PR scribblers, privileged churnalists
Spreading fear to slice the throats of Calais-stranded scapegoats
Fair and Balanced smears offering both sides of the hedgefundamilitarist right
Now, Liz Kendall: What Side You On?

Chuck D: Never fight the black
From Iraq
Or Iran
Who bombed Japan, Blood on his hands

As things stand, Liz Kendall
Is more effective than Nytol
Inspiring business as usual,
Her own power and career
As if her top priority was, is and always will be
apathy [a fresh start] apathy [a fresh smear] apathy

Below could be Public Enemy
Scratching her sound-bites:

Chuck D: I got a letter [and youtube vid] from the government the other day
I opened and read it, it said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me giving a damn – I said never
Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like me and myself
Because they never did
I wasn’t with it but just that very minute it occurred to me:
The suckers had authority

If there’s one song Liz should listen to,
Next time she’s on a jog and soul-searching
In her constituency, there’s one – I’m sure she knows – called
How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Lost Their Soul?
It goes:

Either you stand for something or fall for anything
You can get all the money cars and things
And still have nothing
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Between getting high on the price tags and smilin faces
Thinkin you need rings and things rims and timbs
That ain’t rap that’s bein slaves again
Hip hop says you can be what you wanna be
As long as you ain’t f-a-k-e

Trident Hara-kiri – an A-BombinableTragedy

Nuclear weapons: the most expensive suicide pact in history

Guardian [of the Status Quo]

Woof! The herald hacks do bark
Growling over smears so stark
War is Peace – PR is News
Whores to advertisers’ views
(not that prostitutes lie so)
Raking muck from gutters low
Brave and free the Guardian
Classy as Kardashians
Lefty liberal New Statesman
Subtle as old Genghis Khan
Use the work of WikiLeaks
Libel Chelsea, Assange freaks
Take the work of Ed Snowden
Break the harddrives when frightened
Lead the sirens wet for war
Back the cuts, sharpen the saw
Undermine democracy:
Lucrative hypocrisy
Blind even with oxbridge firsts
To their own fallacious bursts
Corbyn-fear, what reams of shite
Pass the Daily Mail (now lite)
Never mind the Guardian,
‘tween the lines, a Charlatan

White Lies

people people everywhere
but no humanity
all aboard to flee the bombs
that nato mecifly
rained abroad to liberate
dark children from their lives
demonise and militise
to blast them from their rafts
blame the victims of aggression:
lethal force of lies

meanwhile in civilisations

shopping shopping everywhere
come, it’s conscience-free
cars and fashion ignite passion
buy your lives meaning

War Paint

White phosphorus
prussian Blue
agent Orange
Black rain

Purple heart
Green beret
Pinko commie bastards

little Red book
Brown shirts
Yellow peril
operation Rainbow

all the flags wave: good-bye 

War is the most sanitised of words

What word but war within it can contain
Calculated genital mutilation, rape, mass rape, mass graves, mass surveillance, anal rape, universal deceit, business from murder, invention of landmines, cluster bombs, gas attacks, nuclear bomb attacks, irradiation, incineration of humans, vaporisation of humans, gas chambers, biological weapons, impunity, dismemberment, beheadings, disintergration of humans into shadows burnt onto walls, blood lust, the celebration of vengeful ignorance, well-meaning ignorance, charity, screams, howls, silence, insanity, cannibalism, capitalism, communism, categorisation of humans as cockroaches, torture, sabres stabbed into infants, disembowelment, honour in harm, awards for atrocities, medals, memorials, acquittals, secrecy, mercenaries, national borders, nations, armies, navies, helicopter gunships, missiles, private military corporations, depleted uranium cancers, burning people alive, boiling people alive, napalm, dehumanisation, defoliant, the military industrial complex, aerial bombardment, mass suffocation, gulags, so-called intelligence services, policies, show trials, lynch mobs, lost youths, slavery, sexual slavery, secret bombing campaigns, bombing of civilians, bombing of humans, traumatic violence, injection of plague into women’s wombs, labelling humans logs, human experiments, lampshades made of human skin, shooting strangers between their eyes, water boarding, thumb screws, pulling of nails, cutting out eyeballs, castration, cutting out tongues,starvation, occupation, sniper attacks, incontinence, fear, fear mongering, hate, irrational hatred, mind control, election campaigns, the fascade of democracy, fascism, corporate fascism, stupidity, flags valued over lives, media shrills, defence, defense, governments, civil servant careerists, subservience, orders, following of orders, chain of command, bullets, guns, tanks, warships, animalism, deference to authority, religion, god, race, ethnicity [sic], arrests, maps, shouting, training, marching, regimentation intimidation, academics, statistics, thought crimes, violence, boots, uniforms, officials, badges, helmets, recruitment posters, cults of personality, internment camps, money, incarceration without charge or trial, persecution of whistle blowers, suppression of truth, collusion with official enemies,genocide, crimes against humanity, return on investment, special murder forces, check points, salutes, road blocks, revenge, slogans, prayers, war crimes, secret prisons, military music, military trials, propaganda, PR, public affairs, manifestos, kill lists, advertising, citizenship, nationalities, conscription, visas, enhanced euphemism techniques, business deals after the bombs, parades, arms dealers, arms manufacturers, shock, overthrow of democratically elected officials, nobel peace prizes, ideological mass murders, mass rallies, speeches, political language, politicians, politicians, politicians, screaming terrified infants, mothers splattered against walls in front of their children, drone terror, terrorism, the complete and utter failure of the human spirit, forced labour, machete amputations, corporate profits from misery, despair, suicide, suicide attacks, racism, recruitment of child soldiers, rape of children, rape of childhood, industries and careers in spin and lies, hopelessness, powerlessness, denigration, destitution, destruction, demigods, defraud, high finance, investments, toothless inquiries, the unconscionable debasement of the human condition, splattered shit and blood to pay for the inhuman greed of comfortable racketeers, justification and glory in all of the above?

Corbyn da Jaya Jaya

A movement is forming, it’s storming, it’s Corbyn!
The people are rising, with hope we are smiling

The blairities are tories with blood on their cash
Complicit in torture like fiends with their friends
Al Saud, *ockheed Boeing with cowardly bombs
United in lust for more cuts to our bones

The media hounds in the service of lords
They bark, how they bark, in repeat of the words
That editors say they must spit to be paid:
Hard left! Loony left, unelectable left!

This Animal Farm, what a caricature
Osborne and his ilk with their garters of silk
Such shame that they don’t give a damn for the worth
Of truth, or for care, or integrity

Imagine a world where it’s noble to share
Where people are judged for their warmth, not their wealth
Where peace is the norm and war not a means
There’s hope, there’s still hope, and with hope we can rise

Up Strung

Old cobwebs in my head:
Small thoughts get stuck
Again and again, but
Big ideas
Grand designs, they
Break free escape
To leave behind
Broken dream catchers

Moralite

I wish I was a socialite
Snorting coke with brains of shite
Estate and daddy’s trusts for funds
Unlike the lazy unemployed

I wish I lived an expat l33t in
Jet-set yacht-got non-dom suites so
Milehigh clubbed on privilege
I’d spit spit down on immigrants

A wealth creator, job bequeathtor
Aspirational tycoon
Philanthropist with charity gigs
Who exports freedom, halal pigs

I wish more people joined armies
They’d travel far and lift the world
Policing less-than-humankind
To bomb their children’s terror minds

Checkpoint Hades

Do the dead have checkpoints too
Manning purgatory?
Angel soldiers most moral
Checking souls’ IDs

Infiltrators from hell fire
Throwing meta-rocks
Caught are tortured thoroughly
Even foetuses

Moral army of Gabriel
Keeps security, they
Shoot to exorcise, detain our
Lord’s unchosen flock

Moral forces on patrol
Shit in prisoners’ homes, they
Shit in cooking pots and pans
Shit in baths, on floors

Purgatory’s not so bad, but
Stress positions are, or
Holy ball-point pens pushed up
Ghostly penises

Infiltrators take this risk, as
Heaven has shit jobs
Rights aren’t God-given sadly, un-
Like Jerusalem

Heaven’s soldiers are moral
Jailer, Jury, Judge.
Through their cross-hairs they punish: Life-
Sentenced to – Rebirth

War is…

War is the most sanitised of words, for
War contains within it the accumulated evil of the whole

War is rape. War is child rape.
War is gang rape, mass rape, anal rape
Of children, men and women young and old

War is torture. Amputations aimed at
Knees of children/elderly with guns by
Soldier-robot-symbols paid to harm

Crushed are eyeballs. Deafened ear drums. Ripped out
Teeth are stamped upon. Bayonets in
Unborn babies, shot with mothers dead

War is burning homes and parents. War is
Murder sanctified. War is gas
Ovens for humans. War is boiling flesh;

Head butts, knife cuts, exit wounds – insults, with
Nightmares, burnt hairs, suited paedophiles, who
Fuck all souls and defecate their force, on
Lives, all chained and kicked with spit and shit;

Eternal trauma, slashed out genitals,
Petrol execution, worthless dead, all
Mugged of life for our great glorious game:

we dig for minerals and plug the mines
with bodies, corpses, bodies, corpses – Death

For example, these cnuts voted for war in 2003: Read the rest of this entry »

News Hour: Righteous Indignation in Our Time

Good evening.
Tonight on the BBC, the Evening Sub-
Standard, assorted churnalistic rags:
The hoards! The immigrants! Choose fear, they’re poor,
They’re here! Beware their numbers; big as banks.
Good night.

Our True Colours

our Phosphorus is white, as are our lies
our Torture sites are black, our berets green
our Washing pink, our tape and herrings red
our Boys in blue and orange agents fight
our Yellow perils for our golden dawn
we’re Red and white and blue with silver tongue
our Slaves – all black and blue – live ashen grey

Seize the Day (by the neck)

Seize the day
(by the neck)
Shake her brains and choke her breath

in a raid
at her dawn
Smash her sky and hood her sun

Shackle arms
Break both legs then
Force them wide – suppositories
Private jets with
Champagne sets
Render her incontinent

Seize the day
(lock her up)
Secret charges –
Wrongly placed in wrong time-zone

Seize the day
(by the hair)
Shake lapels, in-terror-gate
Kneel her down
Orange dress
Smart bombs suit smart beheadings

Little yesterdays come home
Find her feasted on by flies, her
AM there with entrails bared, her
PM here a mangled pulp

Distress, disturb, disintegrate
but not before her final meal
Force-fed oral anally:
Ensure® and austerity

Seize the day
(burn her home)
Throttle first then disembowel
Disconnect rulers from rules
Future pay days justify

Seize the day
(crack her skull)
Rifle head-butts to her gut
Watch her drown
in the blood
Gushing from between her legs

Laugh until
blood drowns you too
Our tomorrows, now stillborn

Seize the day
(by the neck)
Our tomorrows, now stillborn

uk*p weather forecast

Tonight on Newsshite, Britain’s favourite goon,
“ex-Tory”-Banker-hedge fund-funded loon,
a certain Nigel Far-right-rage presents
the weather forecast for a monarchy:

Watch out! It’s acid rain / acid attacks
We’re under siege, it’s immigrant blitzkrieg
A million unskilled undocumented
Foreign raindrops threaten us daily

It’s raining chinky cats and mixed race dogs
They come from bongo bongo lands to steal
Our honest Dover cliffs so china white
Be warned, the alien sun has cancer rays (it’s ray cyst)

The melting Arctic spells catastrophe:
We’ll be up to our ears in Nordic ice
And as for all those Caribbean winds
We’re inundated with illegal air

It’s raining Euromen! We’re snowed under
But don’t be downcast, I’ll sink all the boats
And send them back to nursing school, the sluts
With beer-spit showers of my la-di-da

It’s not all doom and gloom, see, I’m your mate
To prove it, look, a pint glass on a twat
Just me and you, the best fair weather friends
So stand under my um-brel-lah, el-lah, eh?

Humanitarian

Humanitarian bullets, human
itarian prisons, humanita
rian truncheons, surveillance drones and rape, hu
manitarian enhanced techniques,
Humanitarian pre-emptive strikes
Humanitarian UN sanctions
Humanitarian face-stomping boots

On the ground – the facts the settlements
Humanitarian humanita
rians need tax free salaries with R
and R. Humanitarian life-styles

Never Refrain Again, Ever to Gain
Responsibility2Protect Interests

Humanitarian violence for good
Humanitarian peace keeper pimps
Humanitarian human’s promise
Humanitarians: always human

Crimes Against Conformity

for Capital Crimes against the Grain
for Crimes against Conformity
I find you Guilty on all counts
& Sentence you as Man decrees

Ideals shall all be Stoned to death
by Advertising boards
Careers will face the Firing squad
no Clemency for truth
Integrity is Guillotined
may Tax breaks wow the crowd
For profitless Compassion, Care
inject with lethal Debt
Real Honesty is even worse
so fry: electric Chair
A Dream for better days repulse
let Hang, be choked in Noose
Then March your Hopes, yes young and old
straight into Gas chambers
turn Prussian Blue and we’ll deem you
Conducive to the Good

The Hillary Rodham Clinton Defense

I did not have sexual interforce,
Libya provoked me, yes, of course,
Teased me with his mini skirts at peace
Made me whet for violence with his breach
Resolutions must skeet supplicant
Bombs for peace – my holy covenant
Massage me with oil, or otherwise
Get the Gaddafi: knife-sodomised

I saw he died, I came. Hillary-ous,
Shame Benghazi’s dead still odor us

Knife, mom, gunmen, women, kids and hair
Pantsuit aficionado, death from air
Proud, aloud, I won’t misspeak this time
I’m a woman, president of slime

Shame Benghazi’s dead still odor us

Your Cad Here

The poem scheduled for appearance here
Unfortunately has been disappeared
As market forces showed no confidence
In profit margins for unknown knowones

Justice Strikes Again

It’s Guilford 4 – Birmingham 6
How Justice scored in his own net
Maguire 7 – 1 de Menezes
Our Justice fouled his team again
With al-Megrahi, now Assange
A brilliant hat-trick, all own goals

Oh Judge, who are ya? Wear your specs,
Won’t anyone take penalties?

Oh Justice blind of ing-ger-land
Our jail-keeper has sloppy hands

All Means Necessary

All means necessary
You can trust our word
Say the plenipotentiaries
All means necessary
Peace means mercenary
War means No means Yes
All means necessary
You can trust their words

The Secretary of State’s Bastard

Why should the fact that you’re a bastard stop
You from being returned to Gambia?
Her tongue-whip cracked with perfect poise and calm,
Fine accented with home county toffee,
Scud-launched from lips where butter wouldn’t melt.
The target of her verbal wolverine?
A black man from the Gambia, in court
To face the wrath of our Dear Secretary
For crimes of birth upon a territory
That dared for independence from the Crown.
The Judge with greys sleeked over ears did not
Half bat an eye or skip a beat to this.
‘Bastard’ in our courts, apparently
Is still a form of address that’s proper
For dodgy foreigners within our midst,
No reason to protest ‘objection!’ here.
The man explained, a second time, that born
Out of wedlock, illegitimate
Spelt ostracisation from one’s own tribe,
And violence from the other main tribesmen
Who had already stoned him with contempt.
There was nowhere inland he could escape,
Communities would recognise his name.
The questions then dissected his sentence,
Imprisonment for false passport papers.
With fancy leather red high heels entwined
Our Lady sliced with Queen’s English these words:
Nine months after your first appeal you have
Fathered a child, the mother being British.
Was this coincidental or did you
Do this for immigration purposes?
The man recoiled, physically, on view
To me, the Judge and lawyers still as lead.
The questions fell, relentlessly as blows
On him, to grimace answers – wrong or worse.
For there, on view, quite publicly, the cat
O’nine tails swung and cracked, and cracked, and cracked
Against the best of life this man had made.
Severed futures cold on planes are served
By silver waiters like this Lady law,
Where those who’ve lived with every advantage
And every privilege conceivable,
Know not the costs of hardships wrought in grit
But charge, full force, the price for justice played.

Apartheid Blues

Why you acting all Mossad?
You’re living off land other people once had,
Shit, you’re even worse than the Stasi,
All your policies are neo-Nasty

Anti-sea might!

Anti our air might and our g-d-given land rights,
We’re a moral victim, bravely unarmed with nukes
Against terrorist pre-teen Goliathyahoos
With hate in their farts,
Existentially taunting us with elections,
Foul language,
Rachel Corrie
Existence
suffering
and
pain – the same
– except, of course, with a contemporary telegenic popular appeal

Political Language

Never Again, arbeit macht frei
remember, remember, we’re all in this together
labour isn’t working, yes we can
lest we forget, ich bin ein berliner

remember pearl harbour
half the sky
new labour new danger
arbeit macht frei

long live the indissoluble union
of the working class, kolkhoz peasantry, and national intelligentsia!
educationeducationeducation
we’re all in this together

ain’t no black in the union jack
are you thinking what we’re thinking
taking our country back
labour isn’t working

smite the leftists and save israel!
one heart, one mind, one korea
i’ve never voted tory before
ich bin ein berliner

Never Again

Red Miliped

Charisma of a pavement slab
But less utility

Plonk him right down over there,
Centre, centre right

Righto!

Papers, Please

Your name? “Gulf Stream.” The nature of your visit?
“I’ve billowed far from west to bring you warmth.”
Your papers, please – the evidence you’re legal?
“Not all Caribbeans are criminals.”

Your name? “Sunshine.” The reason for your journeys?
“I’ve risen from the east to bring you light.”
Your papers, please – the evidence you’re leaving?
“Not all Asians stay for twilight jobs.”

Your name? “I’m Trilobite.” Your main address, is?
“I stay up north while teaching geology.”
Papers, please – the evidence you’re local?
“Not all fossils form illegally.”

Frontex Officer, good job today, mate
You held the fort against barbarians
Hardened liars, quite, the lot of them
At last, we’re safe, in lovely damp and darkness

Sanctioned Loves

you bombed me cos you love me, I know
you sanctioned medicines for my child
denied her doctors, watched her starve
it’s good for us, you said, I know

patrolled the skies and made it rain
with mutant lungs of stillborn sons
the poison gas of no fly zones
baptised our lips with foam, I know

you dislocated shackled arms
brought dogs to jaw on pyramids
of naked hooded human beings
because you love us true, I know

you slap us, kick us, shoot us red
from rooftops gunships F16s
we understand you care for us
it hurts you too because, it’s love

with kindness you have planted seeds
which made the desert bloom, awash
with cancer, thank you from our hearts
that still pump blood, beyond these gifts

Thank you for all, the love,
I know

Nasty Health Service

It’s a deal, it’s a steal, it’s the scene of a crime
Get in quick, get in deep, let your teeth rip the flesh
Lick it good, lick it now, salivate for the Man

Tighten belts, privatise, defecate deficits
Consummate, all your greed, this is corp
NHS

Suck an egg, if you’re broke, don’t get pain
you can’t afford
With our austerity, we prescribe: eat more cake

Make our day, go to hell, it’s still free
to be dead

Murderholic

Hello my name’s, Crazy Horse One
and I’m a murderholic.
I’ve killed so much that recently
I cannot get aroused
Without the sight of splattered blood
Supplied by wifey’s gums.
My name itself commemorates
A victim of violence,
Redskins lost their land and lives
Now get to name weapons:
Chinook, Black Hawk and Apache
That fire Tomahawks,
The missiles used to spread freedom,
Unlock our common wealth.
Upon today’s raghead Redskins
You might have seen me fire,
Collateral Murder is the flick
On-aired by Wikileaks.
The film shows clear as day that I
Acted in self-defence,
A journalist can look spooky
From sniper scopes away.
Those bastards had it coming y’all
Haha dead bastards dead
Especially the little kids
They hate our way of life.
So me, my bud, Crazy Horse Two
Were saying the other day,
It sucks that all the credit went
To fags and geeks and all.
They got the fame and fortune off
The backs of our hard work,
So time has come for me tell
The world my real true name

My name is Tony Bush, and I
am the murderholic.

God bless you, and your family
Remember 9-11

Wax Haven

Who put ISIS in crisis
The BS in HSBC
Le Fin in le finance
Olde con in the Conservatives

The ark in market’s sinking
There’s only space for 1%
The one in funny money
To reach an off-shore wax haven

Who fished the pirates irate
Force-fed error to terrorists
The lie in #Charlie
But apes who jest at prison rapes

National Survey

National Survey

“And you, good sir, how does one protect national interests?”

“I kill on command. I maim on demand.”

“Very good, soldier. Very good soldier.”

“And you, fine sir, what does one do to protect these shores?”

“I fill in forms. Force out the forlorn.”

“How civil, servant. Most civil servant.”

“And thou, my Lord, how does one ensure our economic growth?”

“I have fine friends. In high finance.”

“Good show, makes sense. Good business sense.”

“And you, dear chap, how does one propagate right thoughts?”

“With industry ties. We advertise.”

“Bravo, quite right. By God we’re right.”

“And you, anonymous. How does one afford one’s tax?”

“With poetry. I’m free to be.”

“Security! Security!”

Honor Bound

Honor Bound

In Metamorphosis, the book
Which, to my shame, I haven’t read
I hear the main protagonist
Wakes up an insect in his bed

For Mister Bed-Bug things get worse
To keep him crawling on six legs
But looking on the brighter side
Guantanamo wasn’t his web

Encaged when cleared to leave, force fed
Like Shaker Aamer still, today, who’s
Held uncharged by uniformed
Lynch mobs – 14 years and more

And if you’re born a Yemenese
Or some such hue of bad, our drones
Can strike your family – like zap!
Wake up, to bug splats: severed heads

To Defend Freedom

Please Fall in Love

Please fall in love
Give life to a pretty baby or two
Spend fond years bringing them up,
‘Til they are a splitting image of you

So I can give them a tin hat,
Ideology, pride and perhaps a flak,
Send them off to kill and be killed
My bank managers will be thrilled.

It is sweet and fitting to lie for one’s country
For the weak and unwitting to cry for my bounty.

Immigrant Dangers

imminent dangers from immigrant strangers

Switch my DL to IL on my BRP
Fingerprinting’s approved
by UKBA and the BNP

i came in on a boat
to escape a river of blood
a raging moat of fire
that burns the place I grew up

or am a pioneer, adventurous entrepreneur
seeking my fortune to improve my lot
for me and my family – my wife and son
even if that’s a sin in the eyes of some

Why this? Why that?
they asked me at the border;
I wish I could say

imminent dangers from immigrant strangers

The world’s the way I found it
humanitarians bomb away
But I know I’m to blame
They tell me every day

UKIP Fox news BBC
we’re the main problem say all the people in suits
so now we’re on the front page, opposite IS, just below a sextape

imminent dangers from immigrant strangers

if every migrant cried
rough diamonds from fears
we’d have the same treatment
but with jobs at De Beers

if every migrant had barrels
of crude oil for blood
we’d have tea with a queen
our visa offers would flood

in reality we’re welcome
to kill each other with arms
supplied by the west
with all your subsidised farms

so give us this day
our daily food tokens
forgive us for trespassing
on your pleasant land

paradise awaits
those who you get to kick out –
more migrants expelled
means more returned to dust

Notes
DL: Discretionary Leave
IL: Indefinite Leave
BRP: Biometric Residence Permit
UKBA: United Kingdom Border Agency
BNP: British Nationalist Party

banksy birds

DOOM Scribbling

Riddle me how from a did he or diddy not be dickin your booties/ he
Puff the magic smoke from a mad ploy batcave full of lubie-doobie/ to
Pass the tragic trope of the bad boy rat knave screaming yo fuc-yoo sue me/ do
Tickle below as a trick or be tricky fiddler on ya roofies / Ye

The D the I the D the ick go quick up in your smelly like street fighter hadookie/
Crazy cats getting down bobbing heads dropping down do the dead Jeff zoomie/

freewrite 3mins

“My body feels light when I…” disassociate from you, your connection untethered and we float all out into nothing, away, still tied, weightless dead heavy breaths that cannot be undressed. I tried to meditate, feel every part of me, standing in the crowd, alone in dirt, from my feet, toes, each one, my feet, anchors to the ground that circles to you, if enough steps can be counted, to my ankles – we can never know our own weight – that bears my shamed all, twin towers of skin and hair looming in the sway, shins, calves, knees, am I myself? Are we ourselves, I find myself lost in wordplay.

Known of

I don’t know your processes, your rules,
your procedures or your laws

I don’t know your regulations,
your back-door red tape consternations

I don’t know if you dream
if you see a soul reflected
or if you love
yet
I know myself enough
to know my worth
to know I stand
to feel my feet upon this earth.

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of law and hate

Systemikkk Systematikkk Prolifikkk
Tragikkk Horifikkk Pandemikkk
Rubber-coated less-than-lethal fully-death-affirming chemikkkal tear-gas to serve and protekkk
ya neckkk with chokkke holds
snuff filmed pornographikkk
sankkktioned by the full force
of law and hate

Know k’s

Amerika with three k’s
UK with three k’s
We’re OK with three k’s
You’re OK with three k’s

Courts with three k’s
Cross-examied with three k’s
Convicted with three k’s
Incarcerated with three k’s

Civilised with three k’s
Colonised with three k’s
Castrated with three k’s
Our boys with three k’s

Medals with three k’s
Memorials with three k’s
Museums with three k’s
Mothers with three k’s

I don’t see three k’s
I don’t see
I don’t
Oh I
Know My Country I’m proud of my Country I
Know My History I
Know I Know I Know

Inspired by Sad News (feat. Scarface)

モラルハイジャック:ヴィーガニズム、定義の「敵対的買収」

前書き

この記事はヴィーガンとして、今日も人の利益と種差別のために家族を奪われ、殺され、皮を剥がされ、自然に生きる環境が汚染され、苦しみ続けている人間以外の動物たちへの思いを持って書いた。原文は先に書いた英文の記事である。

ヴィーガニズムとは、人間による搾取から動物の解放を求める倫理的な生き方である。

動物解放への戦略は、菜食グッズの消費者を増やすことを含め数多くある。ただし、ヴィーガンを代表すると名乗る活動家や団体の焦点が如何にも動物解放よりも人間である「ヴィーガン」の「暮らしやすさ」に執着してしまうと、原点の倫理が乱れ空洞化される恐れがある。

続いて、ヴィーガニズムへの誤解がこれ以上に広まれば、日本で今成長しつつある動物解放運動が弱体化され、最終的には搾取される動物達へも影響が及ぶであろう。

#imvegan

Q. 突然ですが世界で唯一、日本国内で以下の全てに共通する点は何だろうか。

ヴィーガン、ダイエタリービーガン、フレキシテリアン、ベジタリアン、ラクトオボベジタリアン、セミベジタリアン、ペスカテリアン、ローフーディスト、オリエンタルビーガン、マクロビアン、フルーテリアン、今日だけビーガン、一食だけビーガン、ゆるビーガン。

A. #imveganキャンペーンの幕開けを担ったユーチューバー「仙人ライフ」によれば、この全てを「ヴィーガン」と呼べるらしい。 Read the rest of this entry »

Meaningless in Japan: The Moral-Hijacking of Veganism

[Japanese version here]

The answer, according to the #imvegan campaign kicked off by youtuber Sennin Life, is they’re all vegan! Read the rest of this entry »

Madness is the Answer

Bollocks – Boris

Notepad scribbles from an Anti-University Badgemaking workshop

Future Climate Refugee 2B
You Are Original!
Carnism Kills
I want you to panic
Commie Cowboy
Communist Cowboy
This is original war crimes
Blair
War is Business
Action not slogans
Bureaucracy kills
Slogans lie
Are you illegal?
Extreme Centrist
Moderate Climage Change Skeptic
Sensible Warmonger
Moderate Cabals
Stop Hurting – Go Vegan – Stay Humane
This is not a drill
Keep it in your pacts
Keep it in the ground
Keep it real
Gay lynchin’
Jihadi trainin’
Madness is the answer
Rage against the regime
Rage against the regimen
Rage against the refugee
Rage against the paupers
Paupers, please
Baluchistan, Palestine, Western Sahara, Tibet
We are the end of the world

Smells Like MBS (Crown Prince)

The Head Choppin’, People Starvin’, Terror Spreadin’, Gay Bashin’,
Women Floggin’, Child Torturin’, Climate Changin’, Science Denyin’,
Show Trialin’, Mass Killin’, Jihadi Fundin’, Electric Shockin’,
Forced Kissin’, Sleep Deprivin’, Web Censorin’, Net Surveillin’,
Shia Arrestin’, Freedom Crushin’, Dissent Forbiddin’, Violence Embracin’,
Forced Confessin’, Male Guardianin’, Migrant Deportin’, Sorcery Chargin’, Adultery Accusin’, Unlawful Bombin’, Hospital Implodin’, School Explodin’, Mosque Dronin’, War Crimin’, Yemen Blockadin’, Activist Destroyin’,
Sexual Harrasin’, Death Rowin’, Public Beheadin’, Forced Labourin’,
Refugee Refoulin’, Rights Abusin’, Wahhabi Fundin’, Oil Gushin’,
War Mongerin’, God Fearin’, Weapon Buyin’, Fantastic
Saudi Arabia
and Friends

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