When the call is made

Stretched arms finds help 

The knight here, to the rescue 

Come saving grace come 

Estate houses

Moving wheels 
My life evolves and rotates, growing up
Around round and in a moving wheel 

My house is a moving wheel 
Designated to form part of the drain 
So it becomes mine for so long 

Until such time, 
Unknown and wish not to, so soon  
Too soon, so soon, not so soon 

When the big tractors come 
And the men with safety helmets proceed  
With bureaucratic halted projects, brown envelopes  

My life is in a moving wheel, my house is
And it is my pride of place, joy to have 
To call home, some where home 

Estates of communities, us as together safe 
My neighbor has no gated wall, no windows or doors 
We live in an open air community 

And my hope and pray and sincere wish 
Everyday I wake to dress for school 
Is that my house of moving wheels, my life 

Would still be there with mother 
Oh mother, when I get back, oh mother 
My home is in a drain pipe, my joy to have  

No natural predators

Hear me now, there are no natural predators 

Here, on this here national parks reserve 

Evidently not, as far as the eye can see 

Thus let loose on the land are 

Rodents that multiply in multiples 

And ascend to the throne of the jungle 

Copycats and imitators 

Forged notion of pride and value 

Ubiquitously plagiarizing concepts of foreign 

Silly-billy-infallible and unknowing 

Of the backdrop and shortfalls reasons 

History and ideology that surrounds, movements 

No shame shown of disgruntlement held by occupiers 

Jammy characters and panto in fancy wear 

With side tracked vocabulary of Monty python 

They act oblivious, to the distraction they cause

Lost on them are ideologies fostered

Legacy to define reasons to maintain status

They demand the blindness of man

To honour their lavishness of delusion

While they exhibit their exploits out in the open

As they rob in daylight to starve subjects

There are no natural predators left

To calve their vulgar so open

No standing institutions independent to act

So they run free on the savannah

With such insolent pomposity of vigor 

I pray for the predators return, for accountability  

I pray for their natural predators return of probity  

To institute checks and measures in the system 

A deeper cut than most

Over tea and biscuit
In the comfort of friendship 
Here was a story I came to know 


Some cuts are deep 
Deeper cuts than most 
These are lessons I learnt from tales 


I read a story about a brave soldier 
Who crossed the sea to mainland  Europe 
To fight the enemy who threatened sanity  


This was for a just cause 
Where the defined line of good and bad
Was drawn clear on the conscience of soldier's mind 


Non the less, through the trenches 
Barb-wires and the rain of mortar fire 
The sounds that darkens the heavens from day to night 


He and men like him that stood on the front line of war gates 
Lost how it was to be, once innocent to feel pain, detached 
Tears stopped falling, giving way to numbness 


While friends he played cards at night with  
Laid torn, scatted and without life on muddy grounds. 
The next day as causality, to add on, a long list 


 A name was recorded on the memorial plank  
He w' be remembered as a hero a statue would stand 
His honor, this was a just war, I say and all agree 


No tears would  jolt rain on the floor we stand on 
There is non left to pour on souls gone 
He's was, a life given for a good cause, a just cause 


Yet a letter from home, tore alone soldier's dam down 
This was a cut too deep to bare, to say two weeks 
Had passed to the day his only son died,  it read 


He fell to his knees, to yell out at breaking point 
No war fields, trenches and sight seen 
Could numb this surge of pain 

The tears he held back for so long, as brave 
To maintain composure, could only pour out to flood  
"Do not show weakness to the enemy, it dampens moral"


He said forgive me a court martial 
My son is dead, dead and gone, while I was away 
Fighting for justice, some cuts are just too deep bare 

A heroes poem

Produce a hero; a hero is needed 
Produce a knight to court as stand 
One with value more than silver's worth 


I want to write an epic poem 
Something with a hero defined   
Taking on the gates of irons; Illuminati of stupidity    


Battling through obstacles drawn  
Mansions, castles, skyscrapers tuxedo 
Dressed decorated in uniforms suit   


Neatly ironed with medals  
Cuff-links a' tie for oppression of the common people 
Tittles and prestige to intimidate with bluff 


That serves to warn, to weaken, oppositions  
They stand unopposed, on open parks gather  
They stand blustering with audacity 


For oppositions lost their tooth, and essence to fight  
Rushing to stock; hording on self preservation  
To save their skins, cowards are they, that joined the orgy   


But I want to write an epic poem for a hero 
Put blemish and cuts on the hero defined 
Who went against, and stood against self preservation  


Stood to fight the establishments candy 
Charity of a spirit held, like Joan of Arc or Anna Hazare 
To be victorious against the status qua   


The needy stand at the tilting edge of oblivion nearing 
Darkened shadows of deserted island, liberty cries    
Stranded with stones to call out on S.O.S for rescue 


I want to write an epic poem 
To give the stranded and modern enslaved a hero of hope  
And to stop lady liberty's sorrow so deep 


She holds her hands up to hide her face 
Obstructing her beauty that fades with unjust 
For into her hands are tears she cries    


So I want to write an epic poem 
To produce a hero, a hero of valor, a hero is needed 
For lady liberty is filled with sorrow 

And earth is held to ransom 
Being extorted and threatened 
With black mail and corruption 

Streets Graduations

It is like the darkness of winter 
Teddy bears laid cold on street corners, comatose to dead 

Flowers beside, letters on walls and faded messages  

Hollow grounds, on walk ways depicted, clap! just the one sound   

This is a story rooted from summer’s day, long gone

Empty bottles, cold snow infested  sites, with frost 

Ink melting off paper backs 
Faded names on graffiti walls and messages lost  

This day started long on a summer’s day

Graduation stages set, another name called 

Awaiting a turn on the ceremony of tears 
How many; a face of the unknown to have turned up 

On my graduation, a crowd might gather

This is the only time, if I am lucky to see care    
I would never have this much attention on focus 

And teddy bears would lie cold, on streets on winter’s day

Before is gone, all in silence, with breath I took

Before is time of yesterday, with it's passage, my will to opt 

This was my graduation on a summer’s day 
On here, where I stood, this here my last call  

Nobody looks no more at teddy bears lay, "no crips, no bloods"

The flowers are all, but without life, dark 

Faded writing on pages and empty bottles of Hennessey 
Hold hollowness of  my graduation turn 

Gone is the voice of my time, this is my graduation

Somebody clapped,  a mother's son gone and I had a graduation

With writings on the walls, this is me sat at "rose cottages" wrinkled roses 
Teddy bears, faded messages left, winter absorbs inks from writing 

The Protest

When the locals, gather as workmen
In the canteens of so little 
To meal themselves with warmth of tea


Ready to line a rally on the city lane 
No political manoeuvre, of sweet talk 
Would spin the concerns of the masses 


The streets will soon be covered with the worker aunts 
Picketing, bickering, demanding their bare necessity 
From the suited, out of touch, politicians 


Who  still peddle lip service 
And talking tough 
On  jettison horse dung  


When the bite hits had on pockets   
And tightened belts just leads to 
More tightening belts, to job loss 


While the cream at the top get 49.9% pay rise 
Just to say they were considerate enough 
To the little people, not to hit the 50% mark 


And local men, worker bees and aunts 
Ponder on outcomes, sleeps not at night 
Fearing what tomorrow holds 


This wave of unemployment 
Will soon grace our doors, it is a dark cloud 
Like the black death's epidemic 


Do they think we protest 
For the fun of it, just as a right to 
Talking it down, as just a phase, like a youthful rebellion  


24 hours of protestation and it will all be over 
These aunts, bees would be back at work 
And nothing would have changed, but just a dump squib  


Except for the enforcement of the cuts
Snobbish to the little people 
Who's survival are foreign to their concept 


Politicians should be jailed 
For gross professional "suit without substance"
Criminal misconduct of mismanagement 


To have brought about the death of the economy 
Just as the doctor faces his for t' same in a sense 
Why get away with Hippocratic oaths 


Instead t' behave  with pomposity, t' write books to sell after 
About their misdeeds selling out each other 
Duplicity on reflection, like thieves without honour, is new 


Do you think we line on rally lanes in mob 
Just as a procession, a fashion statement 
Just because we have the right to 


And we like doing the river dance 
Do you think, really I ask
Mate, seriously do you really think 

We Are The 99%

There is no democracy  "Limp up"
If my vote for the left or the right   
Leaves me out of pocket and without a job, no joke  


When the police see my right to demonstrate 
As an act of aggregation towards the state 
And not a wake up call to the cry of it's citizens 


There is no democracy when private institutions 
Puppet the machinery of society's  fabric 
To their own private gains, fooling the masses   


When secret organisations are formed  
Within governments and titled special privileged groups  
With a get out of jail card to walk on water 


And who is to take the moral high ground 
When the west sleeps in the same bed 
With all that, we as a civilised society, should stand against 


Are meant to be differentiated from  
There is no democracy when communism  
And capitalism blur the lines of who owes who, I O U  


So today, I will wear my Guy  Fawkes mask 
And march to Tahrir square, The Wall street, Hong Kong 
 Leicester square, in Greece, Japan, in Thailand 


For I am one of the 99 percent, left out
And I demonstrate for my right to be, let in 
To hold the institution of governance to account 

Wearing Bankers Costume

Hey, Mr Banker, sat between metals 
On the fast lane, looking good , to "breach"  trust  
Looking down at the worker bee , I see you 


Fear mongering, with biggity, uppity, in attitude given  
I know an extinction of a kind, it burns "ember"  
I know your kind 


All emperors fall, like Rome , life is "tentative" 
Even high priest loose their status 
For taking the piss, mickey, my wallet  


And you think you are to be any different
Otherwise the wiser, holly anointed  
For you've been made the care taker of the blood line 


Holding chalices of society's veins  
Confused of your status given 
Acting like the naked king 


Why does the fool always think 
He can put a wool over my eyes 
Wearing costumes to fright 


We only just made you, saved you  
And no one crowned you 
Holding society to ransom  


On the account of your essence 
I know an extinction of a kind 
I know your kind, deja vu of a kind  

The Starkey Syndrome

Rotten tooth, sugar rush, false melons standing 
The dangerous mind of an educated prof
Lured in, as people sit and listen, to be brainwashed  


Mayhem is one step away from cause of curse    
In a glass house of illusion, fish tank bubble babbling burst 
Anarchy's day in court and when situations hit the fan, well 


Many men talk on baseless opinion, blaspheming   
Silly you, silly them, silly I, with nodding heads 

Who done it, I heard it; allowed to stand on stages    

Did I hear right, replay, on commentary, no apologies  
Riding on waves of misinformation, buying in   
He is talking turkey, and now turkey feels insulted


Names with labels, as him, as her  
Said to be educated, with added letters of  CBE, FSA Phd 
To his name, graduated on fairy dust  


Like a false prophet, with more wealth seeking more  
Legitimising bullshit on air time disguised commercial venture 
Educated on expired intellectual overdose of dossier 


Took the pill of nonsensical  
And went crazy in straight suits to present 
Barmy, chit chatting loony on air time  


What's that, were you never told of the norm 
In this day and age, delirious qualifies as affirmation  
Now I feel insulted, bottling rage to explode in replies 


Its go wash your mouth time, as take back, time out  
To have opened his eyes to the sight of reality 
Last pill, what is he going on about

David Starkey on UK riots: 'The whites have become black'

The Storm

After the dust craze settles 
Forward, on passage, we all move  
Behind the storm in circles  


And in circles we await the next encounter   
Between then and now, and now's encounters 
We stand on reflection with thinkers cup  


Tasked to prepare for the next encounter  
It is our key performance indicators  
And we are told to know in fact  


That impact will suffocate and drawn 
The man who did nothing,  
After first encounter 


He relayed on the tree 
For protection in the first storms encounters 
And hopes to do the same again 


To have just quenched the fire at the edge 
But did nothing from the source  
The spark, the reasons triggered ignored 


And built no bunker to protect his own  
That man will suffocate 
In the mist of the storm 

Burns On Both Sides

An eye for an eye  
Will make the whole world  
Go blind (Gandhi)     


Burns on both sides  
Like skid marks to announce rage   
We are going to be heard; allute 


Slow down on emotion, son 
Let strategy catch up with intent   
And see reasons and consequences unfold 


Dust storms in desserts are not the norm  
Like everything else, diminishing returns    
They have their reasons, season to rise   


And quietly they mellow, down and fold  
Smokes always start with sparks, to say   
Something is not right, somewhere down the line  


But the wise do not burn down houses 
To find missing keys, "set back"
To open doors, of welcome home 


Burns on both sides 
Each to the side they stand on, stand for 
Against opposing thoughts, leafy streets


But in battles both sides lose on count   
A step back to see with reason  
Avoiding set back on strategy, blind spots  

It is foolish to walk in the dessert   
While the storm  brews at it's worse   
You must be new around here, wet behind the ears   

Men Of The World

So it came to be   
That we were drenched, born on the 8th day of the week   
Between the 7th and the 1st    


Stood in door ways of no man's land   
Between borders, with no country to call our own   
So it came to be   


So it came to be  
That we shared seats, side by side with the Dalai lama  
We travelled like gypsies, immune to pigeon holes  


With the freedom to roam  so it came to be 
Given keys to cities across the world   
But no place to call our own  


And a thousand souls  radiated, so it came to be 
Came out to stand, in the sun, they made a stand  
But none were found when it began to rain 


And on lonely roads, we walked alone 
Across the seas, on foreign lands 
So it came to be  


So it came to be, this roads are to be like dots on landscape  
Our path in this world, as men of the world  
So few will remember, so it came to be  

London's Burning

From Croydon to Clapham  
Lewisham, to Peckham    
Bristol, Liverpool to Birmingham  
Slow down your rage 


Oh where art thou Mr Boris 
Mr Cameron, Mr Clegg "pretender" 
Mr Politician     


A stone in puddles   
Someone light a match   
And now London is burning   


The politicians sat on holiday benches   
Talking tough, they're talking tough  
And now London is burning  


Lets not take things for granted   
A man died a life was lost, clouded in mystery   
And now London is burning  


Engulfed in flames, anarchist and looters  
Frustrated youths like wild animals, let loose  on riot    
With old sanctuaries, of youth centres, closed on austerity   


And now London is burning   
Crisis stands as the seat in town, spreading havoc, to beyond    
New chic in town, jobless youth with no prosperity    


And now the markets are burning   
Bulls into bears in market stands, countries on default    
Paper stock losing value overnight, sell, sell, sell   


Oh ready steady panic, hardship engulf    
And now London is burning   
And now London is burning   

Casting The Dice (Aftermath of Thanks Giving)

I can make a thousand people happy
But only a hundred rich, with baskets full 
While I cast seeds scorned and dried out 
To foster and germinate riches from harvest


It turns into cry for the masses
For a dollar for a thousand  
Is a 1000 in dollars for one in rolex and some 


And desperation need not want not 
Carries a greater weight in return 
Of appreciation and recognition 


They say, the poor man 
In the sun is richly happier 
Than the rich man in winter 


He learns to only want 
What he needs, and craves, none 
"and winter is cold to the bone without warmth"
Not what is beyond his need, his cup


Appreciates the gravity 
Of what earth stage he stands on 
Relativity is the golden rule


Pareto says, no party can be better off 
Without making another 
Worse off by the same amount 


And the rich is with greed, and more
For he has acquired the taste for it 
And the poor is with need, for just his feed

I can make a thousand people happy
But only a hundred rich
Who then values, what gift I offer more