COURTING APOCALYPSE

Woven carpet sweats on a cold-stone floor
In Ecuador, once famous with colour,
Today only its threadbare fade display’d,
To the mantle trampl’d by manky feet,
Such objects are Our Planet’s grave warning,
Observe Calypso’s temple on Gozo
Eroded more in seventy summers
Than four thousand previous; sea-rims rise,
Threatening Venice & the ancient Fens,
Gorgeous Cape Flora by ogres depos’d,
The poor Great Barrier Reef falls asleep –
Meanwhile industry keeps turning, turning;
Deforestation, fossil fuels burning,
Churning in toxic cauldrons in the skies
Prodigious floods, intensifying droughts,
Devastating wildfires, withering storms,
Are like a malign tumor’s first sharp slap –
High-level international discourse
Agrees to only lower emissions
But World! These must be halted for to save
Ourselves from damage unprecedented,
Permanent, irrevocable changes,
We won this world as we deserv’d this world,
Being noble beings, but not to fight
For this world, earns us the world we deserve…

SOYBEAN SUICIDE

I saw two frogs a-mating on the track,
Frozen like ice, & then I heard the revs
Of moving car, I stood as still as stone
& watch’d them splatter’d upwards by the wheels
Goo-flesh upflashing, fry-pans spitting oil,
In those sad deaths I found a metaphor
Of how we rumbles down destructive roads,
When nihilism wastes ancyent fauna,
The shrivelling of planetary lungs;
Shame on McDonalds’ bulldozers & chains,
Of holocaustic carnage, while the tribes
Who’d spoke to Mayan gods shantytown flung,
Whose brutally appropriated lands
Grow so much soy & corn under a cloud
Of gluten intol’rance, celiac plagues
Spreading the glyphosate carcinogen
Residued in grain, sugar, other crops
Which animals feed, on these we feast in turn
Ignoring slaughter ‘cos it tastes sooooo good,
Glyphosate weed-killers poison bloodstreams
With feotuses bleeding to death in tears
‘But beautiful’ farmers of bumper crops
Reply, admiring fields where supraweeds
Ensure next year’s increas’d toxicity
& so the ship of poisoners sail on
Slow docking on isles of chronic illness!

OUTBREAK OF EVIL

The spirit of everpresent evil
Burrow’d in our planet’s social fabric
Assaults the modern psyche unprepared
Peaceful worldscapes stunned into inaction
& moral inertia, while Liberties
Flung naked into hope-sapping dungeons
We understand the presence of evil
By patterns of action long recognized
To realise its warp’d, inhuman dreams,
At first we are deceiv’d into thinking
It is a force for good, & intervenes
Succesfully in problems it has caused,
While accurately prophesying futures
Carefully stage-managed, tricks the masses
Into handing over authority
Of judgement to the grubbiest of hands,
That with an insidious arrogance
Assures itself of total obeyance
From a now terrified population.
The next step taken by this charlatan
Is lead its willing victims to the brink,
Convinces followers stake everything
On a solitary course of action
Which ends in devastating disaster!

BRANCH COVIDIANS

A universal vaccination, why?
For naught but flu rebranded, a virus
Never isolated, to realize
The twisted machinations of monsters
Who seek control of everything we do
Even that of the sacred right to life
The onslaught of a cull-like holocaust
Of sterilising Juno with a jab…
O what insanity of ambition!
So let us not sit idle in the hope
Of our Universal Natural Law
Working out the problem on its own
The inalienable perogative
Of every citizen is to eject
Tyrannous so-called ‘leaders’ from our lives
Our votes should give us voices in office
Not mutes before imperial decrees,
Where, stinking of colossal corruption,
Governments (conspiritorial dens
Of criminals on robbery hell-bent)
Break mandates, enemies of land & law –
Whom by determined & open actions
Of those who feel truth’s golden liberty
Soon banish’d to pitiless obscurities.

MASKPHYXIATION

While Human Rights inviolate, enshrin’d,
Illegally removed, taxes misspent
On dubious plandemic responses,
Stood upon spurious scenarios
Heavily conflicted indivduals
Tour the world waving dirty needles
Dripping toxic poisons, while declaring
If you dare to refuse you’re a danger
What possessive forces of selfishness
Consumes these mediocre souls? Evil?
Yes, certainly, but something else
Infests their minds, megalomania!
What gross insanity of persuasion,
Orders murd’rous & orderous lockdowns
Abandoning care residents to die
Without long-loved ones even in the room,
When even sing-songs consider’d harmful
Maskwatching friendly chit chat has replac’d,
While TeeVees in classroom sanctuaries
Spit Goebellsean indoctrinations
At muzzl’d five-year-olds, as their parents’
Businesess & enterprises crippl’d
By measures draconian, opening
Pandora’s Boxes of poverty, pain,
Fabian slaughter by a thousand cuts!

TYRANNASAURUS REX 

Betwyx handfuls of private interests
& the Public’s cemented realms of right
There are things in the night that are stirring
We call them tyrants – those who seek control
Of all we do, even the thoughts we think –
Whose reckless behaviour was enabled
Indulged, forgiven, then just written off
By those too dirty to be call’d leaders
Austerity portray’d as sacrifice
For common benefit, angling for praise,
When all they are in fact is excrement
Howling with execration at the Truth
Controlling opposition if exposed
Leading protest nowhere, leave them Scot Free
To wreak upon wide portions of mankind
Periods of crisis and division
Enslavement and debasement, driving paths
With blood besodden, nefarious nodes,
Endless streams of distractive strategies
Beam’d mercilessly at brains to divert
Mass attention from issues most vital
Blasting out banal consumerism
Twenty-Four Seven, out-drowning the Truth
Like rush hour traffic hushes Dawn sangbirds

JEKYLL ISLAND

Forsooth, no viler monument is there
The greatest scam in human history,
Imagine some black kraken from the deep,
Flailing seven billion tentacles,
Led by six secret, omniscient heads,
Monopolising money in their maws,
Eliminating all competition,
Thro caustic ogres call’d the Central Banks!
So when the grand auld Notre Dame of France
Beam’d roofburn via newscasts to the world
When billions were bounc’d back by the rich
The problems of the hungry still bypass’d
Screeching, “why should the impoverish’d live?”
Thro’ them our profits sludge, yes let them starve!”
By 2035 just one percent
Of swarming populations shall possess
Two thirds of Earth’s astonishing riches,
Exhausting, dispiriting money loops !
Shame Indonesian Oligarchies!
Shame Petroleum Gods of Desert Wells!
Shame on America’s three richest men
Fondling more finance than HALF their country!
Shame the price of faded Masters’ paintings –
Such cash could fashion twenty hospitals!

SLUMDOGS & BILLIONAIRES

How can it be in an age of great wealth
People lose meaning, menial labours,
Denying unique dignity thro’ work,
Colocating with garbage; three in ten
Screw’d fast into lice-scuttling, smallpox slums,
Low calorie lives under tin-foil rooves,
Where only drive-by shootings break the news.
Unseen by those who flick thro’ Now TV,
Condemning innocentile under-fives
To never feel the teenage supercool,
Or take dogs walking in a winter’s woods,
To fall in love, there dwell in common trust,
No whiff of these for those who squirm thro’ filth;
Unsanitary habitations where
Drinkwater’s dirty, shelters ramshackle,
No teachers, no doctors, no Mardi Gras
Eviction’s threat fretting each waking day,
In flood the drugs, cycles of addiction
Sent spiralling thro every cirque of Hell
Ravaged by megacity sicknesses,
When neither mothers nor fathers can spare
Loss of wages for hospital visits
& so they summon God, ‘save our baby!’
Who dies that night in soft, malnourish’d arms.