Men and power

Brave Christine Blasey Ford

 

She bravely came forward

In front of the world’s view

She told of atrocities

Went through it all anew

He shouted and he bawled

Like a rich and spoilt brat

Trying to be the victim

Though power’s his habitat

When will women be believed

Or listened to at least?

When will men like him

Stop behaving like they’re beasts?

And those who are colluding

Are just as guilty too

Corruption in the US

They don’t care about ‘Me Too’

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Bad times

In British politics

 

Wake up people can’t you see

We’re losing our democracy

MPs do just as they please

Both main parties full of disease

Racism rules on one side

Two posh power-mad men preside

Anti semites are their foes

Chasing out those who dare oppose

The far right are reviving hate

It’s time to act. The threat’s too great

If you’re grieving…

This could be your experience

 

So sorry for your loss, they murmur

If there’s anything I can do…

I nod and shake their hands

And robot like, repeat thank you.

What else can they say?

It’s awkward to be near grief

Especially so raw

Time’s a terrible thief

I feel like I’m gliding

It all seems so surreal

Like this isn’t my life

Like I don’t know how I feel

Soon though I’ll be angry

That he left me on my own

That I didn’t go first

Into the unknown

Then I’ll sink into gloom

Though my tears won’t bring him back

I’ll want life as it was

Before it all went black.

It’s a lie, what they say

Time. It doesn’t heal 

You just have to cope

With life’s crappy deal

The beautiful game

Shame about the players

 

grew up watching football

Sadly now it’s still the same

With fans in my family

I just can’t escape the game

And as we have the World Cup

It’s on TV every day

But what is upsetting me

Are the tattoos on display

Their arms, and more, are covered

They all look completely vile

Obviously all their money

Doesn’t mean that they have style

They’re not listening to experts

Ink sends poison through their skin

Stops them sweating as they should

It’s the clean team that will win

Moving house

Is meant to be one of the most stressful events in life

 

Yay! You’ve moved into your new house at last

Congrats are surely due

You’ve got through one of the most stressful times

That life can throw at you

First the viewings, up to four times a day

Rush round, tidy and clean

Ram things in cupboards, get rid of the kids

But no one seemed that keen

At last thank goodness a buyer was found 

So you bought your new place

But wouldn’t you know, your buyer backed out

Now you were in a race

It was lucky a nice family came

And bought your house instead

Now it was time to do all the packing

For moving day ahead

When the removal van didn’t turn up

Your nerves were rather frayed

But the neighbour knew a man with a van

Who then came to your aid

Of course the estate agent disappeared

When you needed the key

And there you were surrounded by boxes

…but which one had the tea?

For World Refugee Day

As a journalist I remember interviewing a victim of torture from Iraq. It was one of the more horrific interviews, but at least he was helped…

 

Where is your home?

I don’t have one

Why did you leave?

I had to run

What happened there?

I would have died

How did you reach us?

I had to hide

Your family?

They were all shot

What do you own?

Me. That’s all I’ve got

What do you want?

A job. No fear.

What’s your one wish?

 

Can I live here?

Paul Dacre, Editor of the Mail

After 26 years he’s standing down

 

So the Editor of the Daily Fail 

is finally leaving his post

Over the years I wonder which group 

his paper has offended the most

Single mothers, lgbt

Every ethnic minority,

On benefits? Cheating parasite

Career woman? You should be contrite

As for Brexit the Mail made it clear

They didn’t want more immigrants here

Backed by lies it states its nasty views

Full of hate and rage instead of news

It holds Prime Ministers in its thrall

Too scared to speak out or they’ll get mauled

Dacre’s moving to editor-in-chief

So nothing will change. Expect more grief.

As it’s deaf awareness week

A thank you to the Scottish Implant Centre, teachers of the deaf and everyone who has helped us. And shame on all those who tease my son and call him ‘a deaf xxxx’

My son was born profoundly deaf
He couldn’t hear a sound
Even if you banged on a drum
He wouldn’t turn around

Imagine what his life was like
A soundless world is bleak
It’s thanks to cochlear implants
That he could learn to speak

Without his two processors
We’d never hear his voice
He wouldn’t be in mainstream school
He wouldn’t have much choice

He wouldn’t listen to music
Or the sound of the sea
He wouldn’t hear people laughing
How a whole life could be

Today we celebrate science
And every one of you
Who has helped in any way
We give our thanks to you

 

It’s ME Awareness week

Another year and she’s still in pain every single day with only her four bedroom walls for company

 

I’m lazy they say
It’s all in the mind
It’s just that I’m not really trying
I’d like to get up
I’d like to go out
I’m too tired to even be crying

It takes all my strength
To get to the loo
Although they thought I should be at school
To get some fresh air
To still have a friend
Wouldn’t that make my life just so cool

If I go downstairs
Or even get washed
These are times when I’ve really done well
I pay for it though
The following day
When my muscles and bones ache like hell

Yes I look ok
I talk, even laugh
But with this illness, symptoms aren’t seen
My mind is just mush
Words come out all wrong
I’m nothing. Just a broken machine

It’s been five years now
I’m seventeen you know
All you go through in that time has gone
The doctor told me
There’s no cure for this
There’s a chance it’ll go on and on…

When you have ME
Then your suffering
Is the same size as dying of AIDS
Except that for me
It won’t end in death
I could feel just as bad for decades

 

Oh dear, oh dear

What have we done?

 

Are you an inee or an outee
Or perhaps you have changed your mind
I’m talking of course about Brexit
The dearest divorce you will find

How stupid that when we all voted
We didn’t know how it would work
Right wing activists did well
You could see from Farage’s smirk

Though forty nine per cent aren’t happy
The government pushes ahead
The leaders of Leave long deserted
A cause that fills many with dread

We can’t say the EU was perfect
But at least when Europe is whole
We are all much stronger together
I think we have scored an own goal

Opioid crisis

Doctors must stop giving them out for pain

I’m a drug addict
My dealer is known
He’s a consultant
And he’s not alone

They’re giving out drugs
As if they are sweets
Saves us getting them
By working the streets

You wouldn’t know it
From looking at me
I’ve no needle marks
I seem quite carefree

Except when I’ve none
Then I go quite mad
That’s when you would see
My life is just sad

I take Fentanyl
Prince died of that drug
Opioid crisis
Yet GPs are still smug

 

Oh Donald Trump

Remember the one I wrote when he was first elected? I had to add another one.

 

It’s the first week of the year and the nonsense has begun
Trump is boasting his button is bigger than Kim Jong Un’s

This is a stable genius who’s very, very smart
Aren’t we glad he’s President so the world can fall apart

Let’s hope he gets impeached and is sent back to Trump Tower
Because it’s quite scary when a lunatic’s in power

Happy New Year

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What if…

there were no Christmas

 

What if there were no Christmas
Except in the Christian sense
A service in church that’s all
The changes would be immense

How much money would you save
And think of the time spent too
Buying all those cards and gifts
Just before the sales are due

And what about the worry
Will everyone have good fun
Will Uncle Frank be too pissed
Or the turkey overdone

All those with other beliefs
And those who are on their own
Wouldn’t feel quite so left out
That they are just home alone

No trees in lots of windows
No tinsel or twinkly lights
No tacky signs and snowmen
Just normal, everyday sights

No over-excited kids
Ripping wrapping paper off
Disappointed with their gifts
Then the family fights kick off

Instead it would be peaceful
You could watch a DVD
Don’t wait for that speech at three
Or the usual crap TV

No New Year greeting of debt
No extra pounds you must lose
No broken toys discarded
Nothing but the winter blues

 

Such a shame

On you

I haven’t heard from anyone
Not a visit nor a call

I can tell from years of silence
No one cares at all

What happened to communities
When people looked after the weak

They took in food for those unwell
Instead of treating them like freaks

Hey! At last! Nice of you to come
And there’s my family ahead!

Sorry if I’m a little numb
See, that’s what happens when you’re dead