Sonnet: Media Trends

Is your life on shuffle or on repeat? Trying to follow each hashtag and tweet. More time spent with followers than friends Obsessing over the media trends. Those viral viewpoints are fast forgotten, Hidden in the history they rot in. Becoming only our ammunition For challenging trivial tradition. For those who are chosen to represent,... Continue Reading →

Sonnet: Science-Fiction

I would rather it were science-fiction, Than painfully, profound reality. I cannot believe that the world if free, When Poverty, seems like an addiction. Living from one pay-check to the next one, Is a societal sickness. Disagree? When Rent over Food is necessity. How can one plan for what is to come? Recklessly destroyed resources... Continue Reading →

Zanze: Burning Bridges

Burning bridges as you exit And then lining up your pockets. “What’s the point of fucking Brexit!?” Hear the war cry of the rockets. Burning bridges as you Begin to walk away From talks which are now through, And from your path, you stray. Burning bridges, For what seems fun. Drawn like midges, Your feast... Continue Reading →

Zanze: Written In The Sand

Written in the Sand is a word. It is the only word written. Overhead, flies a fearless bird, It sees not the lines of Britain. Written in the Sand is A message to mankind. Though to the writer this May be here to remind. Written in the Stones from the sand, Smoothed by weather Passing... Continue Reading →

A Poem: How The Fuck?

How the fuck, Did she survive? Just like Brexit She refuses to die. Like a cockroach Crawling on parliament floor She may be the leader, But the woman’s a bore. “The worst thing I did? Why running through wheat.” She says to the nation, Pretending she’s sweet. But if ever this woman, Was sweet, now... Continue Reading →

Free Verse: You OK With This?

In your street, there lives Someone Who moved to the UK Years ago From elsewhere in the EU. They maybe own a home, Work and pay taxes, Have British children. Our government Is making them pay To register As foreigners And ask permission To stay in their homes. You OK with this? ***** What about... Continue Reading →

Sonnet: Forty-Eight Letters

Forty-Eight letters that’s all it will take, To topple a giant with no mandate, And a heart full of selfishness and hate. Who would rather her people never wake,   Her ill-thought plan an untested half-bake, Her appetite for greed will never sate. Isn’t it time to make the Torries wait? Why are we rushing... Continue Reading →

Sonnet: Brexit

It’s about time. We have waited ages, For five hundred and eighty-five pages. We waited for answers to help explain, Why we are leaving, instead of remain.   The Conservative manipulation, Two years waiting for clarification Beyond, “Brexit means Brexit” on repeat That stale rhetoric our countries defeat.   “The People have spoken” but now... Continue Reading →

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