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Our man

He is an alcoholic
Who never pays for his drinks.

A workaholic whose job
Is to gamble with our money.

He once was a kind guy,
But now,
Roughed up by his profession,
(I don’t believe that bullshit about his dad)
His manners have gone down the hill,

(Well, listen,

Actually,

He is a psychopath,

Addicted to violence,

Aggressive…)

Watch out!!

He will hit you and make you bleed,
Or kill you!

Oops!

That was him!

Bloody hell!

That was fast!

If you are not careful
He will run you over
With his dangerous driving,
Typically in a busy town centre,
Preferably abroad,
Destroying as well the stalls of humble traders,
With expensive cars paid with our money,
Or stolen.

His list of contacts is endless,
Mostly dodgy,
Or even toxic,
But no private life,
And certainly no friends,
Apart from the Big One,
The only person he respects,
Even though they are not allowed to see each other.

Plenty of casual sex,
But we never know
How good it is, really,
Or what diseases he may have caught
And passed.

And despite all that,
Our security is in his hands,
And we have to trust him,
Blindly,
Forcefully,
And love him,
Because at the end of the day
He is one of us.

I’ll tell you what:

I think he is a wanker!

I know he is ready to die,

But he is still a wanker,

Yes!

Mr Bond is a criminal wanker,

And nobody cares!

Copyright © 2015. Tony Martin-Woods
Todos los derechos reservados. All rights reserved.

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Traders of seeds

We can’t control the tides of the oceans,
So let us be the currents of our seas.

We can’t reach the stars of the universe,
So let us be the lights of our nights.

We can’t stop the clocks nor the time,
So let us be the rhythm of our lives.

We can’t buck the bloody market,
So let us be the traders of seeds,

Seeds of revolution,
Seeds of justice,
Seeds of peace.

Copyright © 2015. Tony Martin-Woods
Todos los derechos reservados. All rights reserved.

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My Olive Breasts

My olive breasts are covered
In Western urine and sweat,
In Russian vodka and vomit,
In mustard from Asad the chef,
Who bakes with toxic dribble
Iranian and Turkish bomb cakes.

Nations of hate,
It will not be me
Who’ll take you away!

Rebels trained by the CIA
Launch infidel lethal grenades
Paid with Saudi lazy gold.

A million Goliaths from Israel
Enforce an embargo in Gaza
On crackers, slings and stones.

Hyenas fathered by Blair
Behead innocent people.
May sharpens their swords.

Priests of hate,
It will not be me
Who’ll take you away!

In the streets of Ankara
Dozens begged my return
But perished in Gladio attack.

Eloquent porters in Europe
Feed the masses with fear
Shutting borders and hearts.

Traders of hate
It will not be me
Who’ll take you away!

Doctors brutally killed,
By silent fighter jets
Sent by Peace Nobel Prize.

Rivers and rivers of Syrian blood
Desperate flow through humble canyons
Carved in mountains of media lies.

Gods of hate
It will not be me
Who’ll take you away!

As my mission in this world is to wait,
Nude and simple as I came here,
For a big testosterone eruption
To wash down the power of states
And all the filth that their leaders
Splashed on my olive breasts.

Copyright © 2015. Tony Martin-Woods
Todos los derechos reservados. All rights reserved.
Poem started in the night of the 9th of October and completed in the afternoon of the 10th, following the Ankara bombings.

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Lessons from The Bible

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.

King James Bible

Beware of minimum wage promises,
which come to you as a blessing,
but cunningly mixed with the withdrawal of tax credits.

Beware of freedom of enterprise,
which comes to you as real progress,
but shamefully dressed with privilege for corporations.

Beware of the flexibility to work,
which comes to you as independence,
but turns workers into sperm in search of an egg.

Beware of tax cuts for the people,
which come to you as relief,
but distract our attention from tax-havens for the rich.

Beware of the right to choose a hospital,
which came to you as respect,
but turns patients into consumers and doctors into accountants.

Beware of 7-days a week NHS,
which comes to you as common sense,
but is another bulwark for the privatisation of our health.

Beware of the words “hard working people”,
which come to you as a compliment,
but are just an insult for the disable and the jobless.

Beware of those who want you to sing anthems,
which come to you as fraternal rejoice,
but mask the fascist soft power of our corrupt institutions.

Beware of “national security reasons”,
which come to you as safety for us,
but are an excuse to prop-up our murderous weapons industry.

Beware of the word “Britain” pronounced with a sharp “t”,
which comes as a mark of moral authority,
but is a sign of a blinding, imperial, self righteous pride.

Beware of the eloquent down-to-earth patriots,
which come to you as a smily, refreshing pint of bitter,
but ignore those who love their country most by confronting austerity in the streets.

Beware of Tory prophets and their media lot,
which come to you in smart clean clothing,
but inwardly are nothing but filthy, selfish, evil souls.

Tony Martin-Woods

Copyright © 2015. Tony Martin-Woods
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Written in the morning of the Tory Conference whilst watching the Andrew Marr “Show”

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Living within our means?

John McDonnell, the new Labour Shadow Chancellor, is right in backing the idea of “living within our means”. Delivering a surplus in current (not investment) expenditure is for a majority of people in this country a sensible thing to do nowadays.

However, committing to a policy of no-deficit should not mean an acceptance of the current ideological and cognitive framework of “Austerity“, which presents us with a political path in which reduction of public expenditure and poverty are the default options.

In order to challenge Austerity, the idea of “Living within our means” should be used to turn the focus on what those means are, where they are and whose they are, shifting the public debate to the revenue side of the fiscal equation. The evasiveness of wealth, which often implies that we do not know who the real owners of the moneys are or whether the moneys are legitimate, has to be blamed for the cutbacks, the struggles with the public debt and the rampant deficit.

McDonnell should commission a team of advisors dedicated exclusively to explore the archives of Private Eye and beef up the public debate, in Parliament, the Media etc, about tax evasion and corporate-government corruption.

Britain cannot continue to be nurturing and protecting her parasitical network of fiscal and financial pirates. The links between government, the state, its territories and the dodgy wealth need to be exposed on a daily basis and linked to specific policy proposals by Labour. The trickle down theory and the corporate / wealth relocation myth must be challenged actively. This is the territory where Labour can deliver the necessary punches to bring down the Tory regime, dignify our economy and make the real scroungers pay their share.

Picture from mydavidcameron.com

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The pulse of the nation

Honi soit qui mal y pense

I am the matriot
The highest patriot
I serve my shares
I sooth my country
I sing my anthem
I save myself

No God

If he doesn’t sing along!

Eons and eons
Of red cells squandered
I’ll never leave me
You’ll never either
Alpha
Omega
Epsilons drunken
Depleted
Uranium
Euphrates
Tigris

Tony!

That Tony

He made me proud

And Dave
And Nick

What a nice bunch
Of loyal
Sincere
Service
Studs
Spreading my seeds in the world
Whilst feeding our petals

And you!

I always have
One place for you

In my mind

In my garden of Eden
The East of Eden
The Sun bleeds no more

Fear not!

Crime
Is just human
Lions
Aren’t liable
For feasting
On flesh

It’ fine!

Those lentils
Are soothing
The maid cooks them well
Farewell to clouds!

Your tie!

Get a tie
And a flower
For the innocent soldier
Sent to kill and to die
To the line of the front

Proud

Oblivious
To clumsy
Pompous
Fat generals
Historians claim
I should have sacked

I’m no man

No woman
No gender
No sex
No pleasure
No pain

Forget!

Forget what you saw in the toilet
A sneeze of mine
And you shall be heeled

Bow!

For I am the oak
Made of steel
With branches in hell
And over the seas
Wearing a necklace
Of bullets of marble

For you

For you are the lamb
Begotten through me
And I will transcend
Victorious to death
A nation of past times
Rejoicing eternal

For I am the matriot
The highest patriot
I serve my shares
I sooth my country
I sing my anthem
I save myself
I am not impressed!

No God

If he kneels not at my throne

I love you
I love you
For you’re a piece
One piece of me
For I’m made of you
For you are my portrait
For I am the map

I love you
I love you
Look at the colours
The shadowy bits
The counties and roads
The rivers and bridges
It’s you
It’s me

I love me
I love me
I love me
I love me…
…Wave the flag
Keep smiling
Raise your hand
We parade

Copyright © 2015. Tony Martin-Woods
Todos los derechos reservados. All rights reserved

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The Corbyn Identity

In the last 2 months I have been listening to loads of opinions about Corbyn and the obstacles he faces. The most valuable one at this stage of play comes from a very knowledgable and experienced friend and comrade. He told me that, in reality, the True Blairites are a tiny minority of MPs and that the vast majority of MPs are hugely pragmatic people who will not want to upset the grassroots and will be able to adapt to the new landscape.

At the end of the day, you can’t deny that the survival and winning instinct is in the MPs’ DNA. Some of them are even very good actors and quick learners: my friend tells me that he knows of one MP who expressed support for different 3 candidates, including Corbyn, in front of different audiences.

The Blair Identity, a project of mental infiltration in the Labour Party that probably inspired the script writers of the film The Bourne Identity, may turn out to be a flop (an expensive one for the country). Jason Labour has now discovered the details of the plot and is sorting things out.

So, should the Corbynistas relax?

Not at all. The internal opposition to Corbyn, not just from True Blairites, is real. The political fight for quotas of power and the debate for alternative policies will continue. There are huge tasks ahead. But, as I suggested in a previous post (Corbyn’s Survival), reinventing grassroots democracy in the Party is not only a key issue for Corbyn. It should become his overwhelming priority too.

Why?

It is essential in itself, as a matter of principle. But also, think about this: We in Britain like to think that we are world champions of democracy. A democratising agenda, of the party and the country, would be a great asset that no right-wing media would dare to contest. It would also bring plenty of “communication opportunities” to the Corbynista camp. There is so much rot in the governance of UK PLC. Just read the Private Eye.

What about the socio-economic agenda?

Whilst remaining committed to the general principles of increased social rights and public ownership, and being a strong opposition, Corbyn should allow the grassroots of the party, the experts in social issues and the anti-austerity movements to take a stronger lead in this conversation. They can be more “radical” than the Parliamentary Labour Party. Collaborative revolution.

The general elections are not here yet. Let’s build strategically. The future of he country is at stake and we cannot waste this opportunity.

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Refugees welcome?

Malcolm Rifkind (not sir, sir), the prominent Tory MP who was caught on camera by Channel 4 allegedly trying to sell his political favours to a Chinese investor, has treated us all today in the BBC, which is increasingly biased towards their new Conservative Masters, to a refined, yet disgusting, distinction between refugees worth protecting and the rest.

To summarise his position, for this man of grave voice and dubious ethics, refugees are welcome in our Disunited Kingdom only if they flee from war zones. He claims that once they are “safe” in a refugee camp in a neighbouring country, like Lebanon or Turkey, their desire to travel to Europe is an indication of other issues at play.

Let’s make it clear, Malcolm, in a language that power people like you can understand better than no one else: why don’t you piss off to Jordan to live in a tent in the desert? You have had already a good free ride as a member of the elite all these years, so it is only just that you start picking up the slack. You have made loads of money, for you and all the faceless corporations you have “served”, which I am sure you can use in the refugees camps for all sort of good deeds. Ah, and you advocated military interventions in Libya and Syria. Perhaps you would like to say sorry in person to some of the victims of your political “errors of judgement”.

It would be unfair for Malcolm to omit a reference to all those smug inhuman beings who will certainly support his views. I saw some of them last night in Twitter and on TV saying they didn’t want to have refugees in Britain. They are the same lot who do not want migrants, or anyone different to them, nearby. I propose to have a public register where these individual can indicate, by posting their postcode, that they are not willing to have refugees and migrants in their neighbourhood. That way we can spare the poor victims of war and the global crisis of capitalism of the undesirable company of these uncivil members of society.

Everyone has the right to escape from poor living conditions. The aspiration to live and work in peace and good health is legitimate. At this time in history the question is not whether we bring down borders but how we do so. It is urgent.

Picture from Foreign and Commonwealth Office used under the Open Government Licence v1.0

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UK Response to Refugee Crisis

Prime Minister,

This is dramatic.
Refugees can’t wait.

Mr Murdoch,

People die in lorries
and crossing the sea.

Her Majesty, Chancellor,

Let’s pull our weight
to end this misery and hell!

We understand, darling,

We will talk to our partners in Europe,
cause nothing can be done without them.
We will be tough with human trafficking,
and reclaim sovereignty on Calais.
We may even have to bomb ISIS,
…Tony Blair will get all the blame!

And for those who flee from war,
equipment, water and food
should be sent, in due course,

But we’ll do things properly:
We’ll connect with the nation,
capturing the imagination
of every decent mind and soul.

Let the public jump
off our glorious cliffs
with hand-made parachutes
and Mickey Mouse full kits.

Let them fly to the jungle,
to run a triathlon,
in the scorching heat,
wearing a fur coat
(a plastic one, I mean).

White nose Johnny
will sing a love song
in 5 different languages,
naked,
in the North Pole.

Oh,
and Chris Evans can auction
a red gorgeous Ferrari
on a BBC show.

Bidders will flock!

…A new foreign policy?
Forget it, you fool!

…Don’t tax the rich,
they could leave us soon.

…New approach to fair trade?
We are UK PLC, dude.

…More migrants on our soil?
We can send them to the moon!

…What do you mean by “solidarity”?
Charity will just do!

Originally published in www.poesiaindignada.com with the title of “Solidarity”. Modified on 29/08/15

Copyright © 2014-2015. Tony Martin-Woods
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