Protest Poetry

I’m Angry, Why Aren’t you?

Asking me ,so surreptitiously

why I’m ranting and raving

crazy and scathing?   

Refusing to just let it go

accept the status quo.    

 You tell me that “this, is equality

feminism its over and done.

and guess what we won.”  

But I’m hurt….

by your look of disgust 

as it works its way up

The way that you, tut and strut. 

Cosmo girl on some glorious mission

my ultimate submission

to these, paper thin superstars

ribs poking through skin    

and singing their  

hymns of redemption.  

Goddesses

of the aesthetics and cosmetics

training up their spawns

to wage a war  

against my feminine form.

appointing you with the authority

to place your hands upon your hips

and pronounce your verdict.

That I’m a disgrace

to the female race

with these prickly hairs upon my face

and that’s not to mention

my spare tired waist.

You tell me that…

“its just low self esteem

which has you wearing

these baggy jeans, but don’t worry

cause its nothing

a little bit of lipstick won’t fix.”

As you

pluck, prune and squeeze me

into your pet project beauty queen.

I’m falling apart

at these seams.  

Tired of playing, your intelligent

but slightly frumpy side kick.

Tired of waiting at the bar

for him to pick.

Tired of pimping myself out

putting on a sexy show 

for him and his mates

as they think about date rape.

While I gyrate  

on the dance floor

to Britney and to Pink

pretending that

I’m still seventeen

some coy teenage wet dream.  

Angry that I was naive

enough to believe 

that I was the most

beautiful women

he’d  ever seen.

Angry that I let him

interrupt me mid flow  

that I tittered at his sexist jokes.

That I thought it was romantic

When he said

“You’ve pulled, go get your coat”

That I limped back to his    

barefooted and blistered     

for a drunken fumble 

beneath his dirty sheets.

That I waited, for over a week

curled up by telephone  

cradling this guilt  

between my thighs. 

Angry that I, was nothing

but “a quick fuck.”   

That he, he gets to be the stud

while I’m just his, dirty little slut.

A collection of disembodied parts

pussy, tits and arse

a conquest, a victim, a plaything  

an empty vessel for him

to stick himself in. 

So tired of being defined

by this body

and not my mind.

Angry and betrayed

by the thought

that its been and done

over and won

and that we have been rescued  

by these rights to consume.

Branded whores

begging for more.    

Selling ourselves off

and buying ourselves back in bits.   

So yes, I guess

I’m angry and I’m rude

and I don’t wear what I should

I sweat rather than glow

and I’m finally, learning

how to say….. No!  

I wont roll over and shut up

I wont slow down  

cause you cant keep up.

I wont stifle back  

my feminine rage 

at this, a pornified age. 

My Question is

I’m angry, ….Why aren’t you? 



Granny's First Gift

My Granny’s first gift
was to knit me a shawl.
Like a shroud
she bound me up real tight.
Like a present
dressed in pure white.
To be given over to him
so he could forgive me
for my first mortal sin.
Coming to earth
clothed in nothing
but my own silken skin.
and saturated in the smell
of my ancestors sin.

She stood upon his alter
so proudly, on display
the day that she
gave me away
to the almighty
and his earthly emissary.
To be washed clean
by the sign of his cross.
In the name of the father, his son
and the holy ghost.
The cold, drips from his
fingertips
welcome me
into this
exclusive family
where indoctrination
is a, lifetimes occupation.
Calling upon
his surrogate parents
to fulfil
their sacred role.

As I was sold

A sacrificial slave
for the price
of their salvation
from damnation
while the congregation

watch

Before rising
from their pews
to sing their praises to
my holy father
who is sucking it all in
as if he’d, just squeezed me
from his own
stretched and bloodied skin.
Taking a bow
for mankind
for Adam
and his mystically missing rib.
As my mothers role in creation
is taken.
By this robed
baby snatcher.
who likes them young
Spongey and innocent
Just waiting to be
filled up
by the word.

So as soon as I can walk
barely able to talk
just a curious little tot
scrambling for
coloured crayons
out the box
to scribble
between the lines
of a broken Jesus
hanging upon his cross
for me
and my future sin
which is curled up
inside my hymen
like the serpent
waiting
to suck my victims in
tempting them to take
that first fleshy taste
Juices dribbling
down our skin
until we are guilty
and confessing.

While He
He’s getting off
on the thought
Of me
a miniature bride
kneeling upon his alter
and opening up my mouth
real wide
to take the body of Christ
swallowing it down
with his spilt blood
trickling
down my chin
while the congregation

watch

Wet eyed at the sight
of these pretty little
girls dressed up in white.
All secretly wishing for that
special day
when Daddy
will give them away.

Sold off

As veiled
virgin wives
to their husbands
and his rights
to a fuck
when he likes.

My life unfolds
before my eyes
ritualised.
Until I’m standing
upon his alter
and swearing myself away
willingly
Promising to be
so faithful and true
to this man
whose standing in for you.

As the congregation
proudly

watch

Their creation
taking up her mystical vocation.
winking and waiting
for that, final deed
the sowing of his seed.
and the pattering
of tiny
Christian feet.

My Grannies final gift
was to knit me
a christening shawl.
For me to bind
my unborn child in.
It lays yellowing
wrapped up
in tissue paper
and waiting for the day
when I’m finally
strong enough
to throw it away.

Dirty Linen

Why are women

still rinsing out their dirty linen
behind closed doors?

Unable to voice the truth
of their religions

systematic abuse
providing him

with his excuse
to remind her, daily

of her position
spiritual submission.

Silenced

by an indoctrinated left
who are helping

to stitch up our lips
with their political correctness
covering up Sharia
and its political objectives.

Cultural relativism

has become

a conceptual prison

for the mind
designed, to take

away our rights

to criticise theocracy

with the fear

of causing you offence
which has us self policing

in their defence.
Where our respect

is no longer earned
but freely given.
where our tolerance involves
granting freedom of religion for all
but what about freedom, from religion?

Demanding

our ultimate respect
whilst it rapes

the female power

to object

to beliefs
which have a dirty history.
Hidden between blood stained pages
these holy words and phrases
are ripe

for the patriarchal plucking.
Filled with sanctifications
to hate, to rape, to mutilate
women
hidden beneath the cloth
and hanging out their dirty linen
behind closed doors.
While we look, the other way
pretending, that we can’t see

the similarities
with our own stained
religious histories.

Unable to grasp

the lessons from our past
imprisoned

in our cultural divisions
and unable to show solidarity
with our sisters

of a different skin and religion.

Labelled a racist

because I refuse to believe
that women are praying
upon their knees
for the right to be

considered, an inferior species.

As the Liberals
and the intellectuals
spout their sanitized sound bites
defending Muslim women
and their rights, to choose
whilst supporting the rights

of her religion to abuse.

The ministries of peace
and their propaganda machines
are defending sharia
and its torturing regimes.
Following the will
of the mighty Allah
and his wrath
against the dirty kufar.

Apostates, atheists

homosexuals and women
fleeing his judgement
and its bloody punishments

lashings, hangings and amputations
Stonings, beheadings and honour killings.

Seeking asylum and secular rights

which are under attack
by the Islamic right
and its global mission
submission
To sharia, creeping in
under the cover

of religious tolerance.

Global citizens

are now well trained

in this art of double think.
Defending religious holy rights
and oblivious to the real fight
against oppressive regimes
justifying their extremes
and bleaching their dirty linen
clean. 

A Clash of Un-civilisations

The military industrial complex

and its capitalist conquest.

Political Islam

and its religious crusade.

These war mongering

bureaucracies and theocracies

are sending out

their representatives.

These well versed Muslim clerics

and polished, politicians

are dictating public opinion.

Tribal leaders

pounding upon their war drums.

Masters of manipulation

providing the justifications

for nationalism and religious extremism.

Which are just two sides

of the one spinning coin.

Both demanding

the ultimate sacrifice

that we  lay down our right to life.

For patriarchy and its authority

to send its children out

like expendable plastic pieces

to their slaughter.

These two poisonous ideologies

are feeding off each other.

Like a serpent, suckling

upon its own swollen tail.

Dependant upon, the other

for the creation

of a common enemy.

Their real enemy

is you and me

and our struggle

for real freedom and equality.

Their real victims

are our children

indoctrinated into submission.

bodies beaten

broken, split

blown to bits.

Sacrificed upon

these alters   

to  authority  

 

The Name of Their Game

Political Islam

is mobilising its forces  

and no amount of wishful thinking  

can hide this rise

in fundamentalist thinking.

This backlash of literal religion

is radicalising the youth

powerless and poverty stricken

watching their innocent

brothers and sisters

dying at the hands

of greedy capitalists

lining their pockets

from the dirty profits of war.

While supposedly

spiritual leaders

are manipulating the situation

in the hopes of creating

a global Islamist nation.

reactionary forces

are drawing their swords

under their false flags

of freedom democracy

and spiritual authority.

while the masses

are trapped

in this authority orchestrated backlash   

against the revolutionary

social movements of our past.

Poised to fight back 

Finally able to see

that we are all just

struggling to be free

of corrupt ideologies.  

But  its, real easy

to get confused

as to which side we belong on

when the distinctions between

right and wrong are gone

and it feels like

there is a clash of

un -civilisations going on.

Everyone’s  picking  their sides

labelling themselves, left and right

and rushing to get behind the lines

cause thinking outside the box

is likely to get you shot

branded a traitor

a sudo- liberal hater

for reading across

these cultural divides  

to these bloody frontlines

where regardless

of our personal beliefs

the truth

it becomes easy to see

this is all part of

some global conspiracy.

Whether its carried out

by imams, preachers

or political leaders

the outcomes always the same

when it done

under some higher authorities name

because oppression of the people

is the name of their game.  

 

 

Pointing the finger

Is it really

so inflammatory

for me to say

that your

fundamentalist religions

promote hate.

Creating a culture

of sinners and saints

A defamation for me to state

that radical Islam

is a religion of submission

or that  literal religions

are  intellectual prisons.

Left with no faith

that humanity can be trusted

with showing respect

that we now have to legislate for it.

“ Thou shalt not criticise theocracy.”   

We must remain, slaves

afraid, to question its authority

sending out its silencing assassins

For this poet preacher  

whose just too

radical to take  

BUT

I’m not the one

filled with  his hate.

Lifting words straight off the page

to justify killing.

Thirsting for vengeance  

by the knife, noose or needle.

I’m not the one

teaching my children

to strap explosives to their chests

for political objectives  

or using innocent people’s deaths

to justify my oil based

conquests.

So does it make me a threat?

  

When I say, I can see

your double standards at play

busy claiming that,  its ok

to murder innocent

Muslim’s and their children   

in your fight

for freedom and democracy

but to criticise theocracy 

makes me a racist

lumped in with these

nationalistic haters

a product of your propaganda 

in our papers

busy, laying down the blame

the foundations  

of your war games.

So whose the real racist?

Publishing pictures

of our brothers

hooded, stripped

naked and  piled up

Like bodies at Auschwitz

while young white males    

wank of  to it

and I’m left asking

dangerous questions

Like, who benefits from this? 

Don’t choose between evils

Capitalist, Big brother

and his tyrant of a father

are serving the same master.

They’re cashing in on disaster

shaking hands

as they execute his plans   

for the biggest heist in history.

Consolidating our wealth

in the hands

of the heartless banking cartels

whilst they demand

that we tighten up our belts

like nooses round our necks

saddling ourselves

with their fictional debt 

paying the way

for this global economic

slavery.

A new world order

pulling its strings

from behind these

metaphysical curtains.

Buying up the boards

and preparing

their pawns for play.  

Cause every one will have

their assigned, purpose and place

in this brave, new world’s

reality 

Its time to wake up

to the fact that our enemies

have us trapped

playing out fabricated facts

whilst they are busy

directing both parts      

These brutal theocracies

and corporate sponsored

fake democracies  

are soaking up the spoils

of their endless Orwellian war

preaching publicly for our love

while they teach us all, to hate

imagined enemies.    

Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan 

all just part of a master plan  

shock and awe, endless war.   

Whether its soldiers or insurgents

squeezing the triggers

for their bosses

we are all, acceptable losses.  

Written off by these

sensationalist

sermons and speeches       

dessigned to keep us

mesmerised

by these two

supposedly opposing sides

which are in reality, intertwined.

Battling it out in the headlines

for  ur hearts and minds

whilst hiding the true frontlines    

Silencing our academics

with jargon and

meaningless rhetoric

tied up in their

political correctness

cherry picking his holy books

and spoon feeding

the intellectuals half truths

unable  to look outside  

their bureaucratic guidelines

to see that they are responsible

for condemning humanity

to their stupidity

for  an infinity      

regurgitating

false dichotomies

between left and right

and trapped

on the political sidelines       

as people are shot

dead in the streets

by these false authorities   

While we debate

whether I have the right

being white

to fight for other cultures

human rights

So  I say , Fuck this 

post modern, relativistic

ethical bull shit

All their well formed excuses

For why we shouldn’t give a shit

Fuck their silencing tactics.

Lets  demand

that human rights

are about helping

the individual

to fight against oppression  

cause mass genocide

has made me realise

that with the right

propaganda machine

the state can become

a brutal killing machine 

the crusades colonialism and slavery

have taught me that

religions have a tendency to abuse

their guardianships

over our truths

So when I cant see

the truth for the spin

I just close my eyes

and go back to the past 

and  remember that morality

should start with heart

Cause killing

millions of citizens   

in the name of saving

innocent civilians

is just illogical

and wrong.

Opening fire

against innocent people   

congregating in the streets 

exercising their right

to free speech

is a worrying reality.   

They have turned

human beings

into their economic slaves

emptied out batteries

plugged into false realities  

and unable to see

the common threads

of our humanity

its a Fucking Tragedy! 

And we, all pay the price 

for falling in to these

well marked traps

cause preaching for our love

while they teach us all to hate

is a very old game play 

So don’t be

an intellectual slave

don’t spend your life being afraid

of the power of being free 

to interpret your own reality.

So Fuck their

post modern, relativistic

ethical bull shit

All their well formed excuses

For why we shouldn’t give a shit

Fuck their silencing tactics.

Fuck these

corporate sponsored

fake democracies

And these brutal  

state theocracies!  

Fuck big brother

his Abrahamic father

and their shadowy

pay masters.

This Enemy with No Name

I’m searching

for the source

of this, so loud

that it’s silent, oppression.

Its becoming my obsession

hunting down this enemy

with no name

who’s playing me

like a mere pawn

in these perverse mind games.

I’m finally ready

to stand up and be counted

against his atrocities

but the fight it seems

so far away

when I’m swallowed

in his day to day.

These frontlines

are just, too many too face   

our forces are divided

conquered and cowering

beneath these limiting labels.

Oppressed

without a single entity to blame

and kneeling before the power

of an enemy with no name.

Whose directing

from behind the scenes 

while his front men

paint their fictitious victories

across our screens. 

These parasitic sound bites

eating me out

till I’m nothing

but hollowed out skin

dangling upon his purse strings.

Perhaps, my only form of attack

is to seek him out

within my own mind

but…. what do you think I find

An impostor of the divine

standing guard at the gates

of my mythical landscape.

Refusing to let me past

to my souls path

without the magic words

to defeat the beast   

which were buried, deep

within our ancestors myths

which are now dazzling

disney cabarets     

subverted parody’s.

in his perverted plot

for spiritual power

at any cost

turning our religious maps

into these toxic bloodbaths.

Poisoned

by his literal obliteration 

of the sacred within

by the concept

of original sin.

formed from the ashes

of double think   

woman, born of a broken rib

to bare the brunt of the blame

and this shame     

for humanities fall from grace. 

As we’re supposed to

celebrate

This… rape

of the Goddess within 

until she’s nothing

but a virginal vessel

to carry you to earth in

  

So certain

that this, one path 

held the truth 

that we were willing to kill

the very thing

he set out to save 

and now

he offers us…. salvation?

Through his forgiveness

but for what?

            Birth, into this, cosmic conflict    

Where his current incarnation 

is no longer masquerading

as our loving Lord

but as human kind

freed from the divine.

Where capitalism has become

his shining beacon light

and hypocrisy

is the only way of life.  

In this land, where anything goes

Big Brothers garden of delights.

Where we are defined

by these consumer choices

that we make

as were supposed to

celebrate 

queuing up

for our part to play

in this ….

            an unfolding tragedy

Signing up

for an endless war

against ourselves.

Where it takes

fear to create security

war to make peace.

An emptying out

to feel full  

of this emptiness 

creating the space

for your instant

gratification

to take place.

Leaving us perpetually

craving, for more 

dancing among the ruins

of our former selves.

in this….

          dark waste land of the soul.

Where the ghosts

of our mystical weavers

are wailing out

to the bitter wind.

Pinned to their wooden stakes

crucified in fields

filled with forgotten rape

sacrificed as scapegoats

to your hate

and as I trail through our soulscape

I’m sick, with the smell

of innocent death.

A woman, wailing over corpses.

staring this enemy in the face

the human capacity for hate. 

But theirs no time

to grieve

for our bloodied history.  

As this life hurtles past

too fast

to spin

into anything 

with an ultimate meaning.

Held hostage

by these overly simplified sentences  

and arguing over the starting point.

Trying to create critiques

which will never reach 

these blood soaked streets

while we’re swimming

in our swollen deceits.

Our collective conscience 

is just, too stained

too examine closely 

without the bitter truth 

of acceptance

bringing us deliverance 

Into this….

Struggle, for an authentic existence

against this nameless enemy

and his dirty deal   

offering us

the illusion of freedom

as we kneel before the power

of his loaded gun.  

TAKE AIM

THE BATTLE CALL

HAS COME

TO JOIN THE REVOLUTION

OF OUR TIME 

TO OPEN UP OUR HEARTS

AND DE PROGRAME OUR MINDS

TO THE SOOTHING LIES

WHICH HAVE KEPT US, PACIFIED

PREOCUPIED

AND STRIVING TO SATISFY

CONSUMER, CREATED GREED

HIDING  

HUMANITIES  DYING NEEDS

THE ABILITY

TO FEED, OUR STARVING CHILDREN

AND PREVENT THE BOMBING

OF INNOCENT CIVILLIONS

LOCKED UP IN PRISONS  

WE ARE ALL VICTIMS

OF  MAN’S,  MANY DIRTY “ISM’s”

 SO THE TIME HAS COME

 TO SAY, NO

 NOT IN MY NAME

 I REFUSE, TO PLAY

 YOUR GENOCIDAL WAR GAMES

 BECAUSE DOMINATION

 AT ANY COST?

 HAS LOST  

WE ARE NO LONGER DECIEVED

BY OUR  FAULTY BELIEFS

CAUSE THE DESIRE FOR… PEACE

IS DISSOLVING OLD BOUNDARIES

ERODING  

IN THE FOURCE OF TODAY

REALISING THAT ITS ONLY

ENERGY

FLOWING THROUGH OUR FLESHY WALLS

CAUSE, COLLECTIVLY

WE ARE , BUT ONE MIND

SEEKING TO FIND ITSELF     

WHO’S   ENERGY DRAWS STRONG

AS THE SAME MESSAGE IS FORMED

BY A CRUSHENDO  

OF REVOLUTIONARY SONGS

RESSONATING THROUGH

THESE WAR STAINED STREETS

CALLINING FOR JUSTICE   

SOLIDARITY AND PEACE

 SO WAKE UP

 THE ANSWERS THAT HUMANITY SEEKS

 ARE FINALLY WITHIN OUR REACH    

 ALL WE NEED TO DO IS ………..BREATHE

 OPEN OUR HALF SHUT EYES….. AND SEE  

 RELEASE A HEARTFELT CRY ….AND GRIEVE

 FOR THE LOSS OF HUMANITY

 ITS TIME

 TO FIGHT BACK

 FROM THE  HEART

 RECLAIM OUR MINDS  

 AND JOIN

 THE  REVOLUTION

 OF OUR TIME

 TO COLLECTIVLY SAY

 NO, NOT IN MY NAME

 TAKE AIM!