Archive for December 17, 2018


on the precipice




on the precipice



less than a hundred years ago, the most technologically advanced nation on earth fought two world wars.


in the second of which, a concerted, highly mechanised, and utterly ruthless campaign was orchestrated to kill every man, woman, and child of a specific religious group – 6 million souls perished in that barbaric attempt.


there were tens of millions of dead throughout the world at the end of that world war. 


nuclear weapons were used for the first time to horrendous effect on the people of hiroshima and nagasaki – effects of which are being felt still.


all of this happened during a time of “progress” in the fields of science, technology, medicine, amongst other human endeavours that were hailed as great leaps forward for the human race. 


the ideas of individuality were supressed by the rabid jingoism of nationalism and appeals to baser human emotions. 


robust intellectual discourse was overshadowed by the instilling of fear of the “other”. 


human beings were seen as fodder for the wars that were fought – both cold and military wars. 


this idea of “us” and “them” on a grand scale persisted until less than thirty years ago, and it’s talons are sunk deep within the mindsets of many today.


there is the simplistic nature of political discourse that once again pits “us” versus “them”. 


there is the maniacal jingoism that appeals to the very worst of human emotions. 


the most powerful technology is being usurped by the powerful to keep the weak in “check”.


today, once again, appears to be the age of the demagogue.


the politics of hate and fear is being promulgated by the very powerful against the not-so powerful.


entire races of people are being made scapegoats, entire religions are being vilified, entire ways of life, and of loving are being branded as being “sinful”.


wars of aggression are being waged, human beings once again cannon fodder for the powerful.


people are living under the jackboot of oppression and occupation.


the obscenity of the accruing of personal wealth trumps the needs of the many. 


following the two world wars that were fought less than a hundred years ago, the world came together and said “never again”.


the time is now for those two words to take on a new meaning. 



never again!




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we shall always be many more …

(Nosotros Siempre ceremos muchos maas*)





we shall always be many more


we who roast in your designer factories


our brows dripping salty sweat


we who forgive but shall never forget





we shall always be many more


we reek of cheap moonshine


we stagger and often stumble


our stomachs never ceasing to rumble





we shall always be many more


we polish your fine bone china,


our pay getting docked if a cup gets chipped,


while off to the mines our children get shipped





we shall always be many more


we clean up after your pretty children


our kids hungry, naked and callously swept


into bowels of desolation, as countless mothers’ tears are wept





we shall always be many more


we do your dirty work every day


you treat us like vermin, foul and rotten


our dignity always forgotten





we shall always be many more


and we will rise up, 


seizing the standard of hope


reclaiming what is common for daughters and sons


who are always squarely in the cross-hairs of your guns





we shall always be many more


and there shall be many more of us to come


to rid you of your smug arrogance, endless greed


yes we too have children we have to feed





we shall always be many more


‘and the meek shall inherit the earth’


or something like that though we no longer care


for we are rising up demanding our common share




we shall always be many more … … …









*with thanks to Ken Loach’s film ‘Tierra y Libertad’







my selfishness.






she took me in, when i was broke and broken,


she held me close, when i spun wordy webs, with half-truths spoken.



she mended my bruises, while i leeched off her spirit, a true light that soared free,


she breathed life into me, when i stubbornly refused to see.



she chipped away at the encroaching wall, that hid me from her, that distanced me from all,


she lent a hand, picking up my pieces, each time i stumbled, every time i took a fall.



she was too good for me, i can in truth say that today,


clasping my hand, as again and again i chose to cowardly crawl away.



today, i know that mere apologies are hollow, and sorry seems far too easy to say,


yet i am sorry, and ever thankful, for her infusing the light of hope, in far too many a darkened day.



today i also know these words are hypocritical, too easy while ensconced in my comfort zone,


today i also know, that for sentiments flung into the wind, it may never, in truth, be ever possible, to in honesty atone.






Artwork from Google




port of call …




barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,


with the breath of oceans’ caressing balm,

soothing pained memories away,


to the swaying of a solitary palm.




barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,


feeling the brushing away of past turmoil,


on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,


yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,


as the tide washes away pain,


and leaves despair far, far behind.




barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,


drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,


that hushes aches of bygone moons,


tasting the salty tang on my lips,


as the burnished sun,

over the distant horizon,

swoons,


and dips.




barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,


searching, ever searching,


for a slice of solitude,


as memory bids adieu,


reaching under the sea so vast,


and seeking comfort in the depths,


while embracing,


tomorrows to come,

wishing that they be true.




barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,


seeing my truths drown,


as they slip beneath turquoise waters,


feeling my heart ablaze,


with a passion that rarely falters.




barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,


knowing that I am home at last,


wishing the waves would wash away,


the defences that once stood,


like an impregnable wall.




barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,


I have found,

at long last,


my final port of call






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sashaying to strains, melodies strumming my veins,


in low plateaus, through deepest vales,


soothing life’s pains,

banishing icy rains,


hushing sobs, shushing wails, grasping each day by its reins,


steering a course on the seas of fate,

where fear and trepidation pales,


free winds coaxing me ever onwards, forging fresh pathways, along unchartered trails,


with hope,

always with hope,


within sight of the lighthouse,


that ray of light,

keeping me ever afloat, bolstering my sails ….









Racism + Silence = Complicity.





racism stalks the cities, slimy and rotten,



memories of Apartheid, of segregation, so conveniently forgotten.




racism infects the home, reeking and vile,



memories of discrimination, of slavery, bubbling up like bile.




racism must be fought, in words, in thought. 




racism must be defeated,



lest the repugnance of its history be repeated.





rain




rain trickles down window panes, mournful streaks of tears,


thunder booms, moans and ebullient sighs,


lightning blankets evening hues,

butterfly kisses on the canvas of nature,


a crescendo undulating beneath heaving skies,


as moments, days, years, and time,


simply flies …






the thorny paths we have walked, are now a blurred memory, the pain and the travails we have faced, are now mingled with the mists of the past,


for all that matters with you by my side,


are the steps we have yet to take …






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