Forget about austerity Imposed for fourteen years Forget about the pandemic We’ve got some brand new fears, We’ll occupy your minds all day With thoughts of something new Forget corruption by our state, Adopt yellow and blue. Kwasi, in our name, says we’ll all In solidarity, Stand alongside Ukrainians And accept poverty. Once more the Eton way comes clear, Build castles out of sand, Recent troubles all disappear In each new sleight of hand. We’ll never find pea neath their cup, Hands move too fast for that, Instead our minds are all fucked up, Extend precariat. Use any means that we can find, To maintain status quo, Awake folk devils deep in minds, Each BBC News show. One thing we might learn from the streets Of Russia and Ukraine, United people can defeat The oligarchs of pain.
Harry Rogers in the red bedroom, 10th February 2022
Who’s got the guns? Who gets the guns? Whither these guns? When it’s over? If it’s over? Bullets brand new, What shall we do? Like Libya, Or Syria, Afghanistan, Or in Yemen? Once guns are in Who gets them out? Who knows who’s got? Who knows who’s not Armed to the teeth When it’s over? If it’s over, Ever over, Is it over? Who’s in clover? Who made the guns? Who sold the guns? Fills the bullet? Trigger? Pull it, Orders given By whom? Who Knows? For what? Who knows? Once war’s begun Who’ll smash up guns? Once they’re out there Someone will use them. Years after years Who cries the tears? Who wants new guns? New fathers? New sons? Come now, let’s run, Smash up the guns. Answers not guns, Futures not guns.
Harry Rogers, in the Red Bedroom, 9th February 2022.
There is a run on the banks in Moscow, Putin is put out as people rise up, Never factored in a put down at home. Sleepy and Bodger sell another pup. In this week of darkness has reason died? Held my three week old grandson in my arms, He looked deeply into my rheum filled eyes, Back home radio spews nuclear harms. Humanity, locked in spiral of death, Produces new ways to maim and to kill, Ghouls call for no fly zones, spurred like Macbeth, Send jets, autonomous drones, I grow ill. UN ramp up along with rest of West, Grandson unaware world not at its best.