15 Saturday Apr 2017
Posted in Anger, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry, Political
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You sit and you smug
with your jury and judge,
do’s, don’ts, and should,
with a privileged view
and a principled coup;
but what do you know,
and what will you gain –
it’s all a big show,
a capitalist game.
Left Behind by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
08 Friday May 2015
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In light of the political disappointment today, I thought I’d share this poem again. I can’t begin to express my disappointment that we have to endure another five years of austerity cuts which seem to hit the most vulnerable people in society. Only hours after the results the DWP announce that ATW for the disabled will be severely cut.
The Old Gunner
Last one to go down
Fighting hard
A shooting star
Bucks the trend
Yet to what end?
Keep your feet to the fire
Squash the poor man down
Loopholes and promises
It’s gunner change
It’s gunner end
Taxing the senses
Try hard to pretend
Banking your pence’s
And yet to what end?
Ground moonbeams roasted
And fed to the masses
Who don’t ask questions
Morals and molasses
Standoff at Dodge City
Ten paces at dawn
Ethical genocide
Battle lines drawn
Highway robbery
Caffeine snobbery
Dead man’s boots
Amazonian roots
The Old Gunner
Last one to go down
Fighting hard
A shooting star
Bucks the trend
Yet to what end?
© The Old Gunner 21.02.2013
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Picture Credit:Cowboy (Photo credit: Kevin Zollman)
20 Friday Jul 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Lying here thinking…
whilst the world is turning,
innocents in torment,
and the monks are still burning.
Peace was banished,
from this mystical land,
torture and imprisonment,
bedfellows, hand in hand.
The other continent –
starvation the plague,
Aids, poverty and illness,
apparent every day.
Conflict and oppression,
rule many a sacred Isle,
punished by their birth rite,
how can I rest or smile?
For I am one who’s lucky,
with freedoms of a Queen,
a life of capitalist luxury,
to me – feels quite obscene.
© Suffering 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 