Sunday 29 January 2023

Schism

Schism

Some people say jabs have implications,
Like heart attacks and cardiac arrests;
Pouring scorn on lockdowns, vaccinations,
Social distancing, masks and taking tests;
They doubt the philanthropic interests
Of Bill Gates, and have reached the conclusion:
COVID 19 is all an illusion.
Others say; if it wasn’t for vaccines,
The COVID death-count would be much higher,
Lockdowns were the only possible means
Of slowing the spread of disease, prior
To the vaccine; and any denier
Of that is either dim or deluded
By myths; cardiac arrests included.
Some people think Stonewall’s beyond the pale;
Your sex chromosomes, define who you are:
An XX is female, XY is male,
And anything else is frankly, bizarre;
Trans recognition is going too far!
You can take hormones and have a new name,
But birth sex and gender’s one and the same.
Others realise, that, until they read
About the actual real lives, of real,
Trans-people, rather than just the troll-feed,
Of someone who doesn’t know a great deal
About gender, or how Trans people feel;
Then their understanding of the issue,
Will remain as thin as a wet tissue.
Some people want healthcare in the UK
Fully privatised, with health insurance,
The same as it is in the USA;
They view the NHS with abhorrence;
If it was sold, there’d be less tax to pay;
Why should they shoulder the nation’s health bill?
Especially if they never get ill.
Others want funding substantially raised,
They don’t want to follow the private path;
They’d rather see nurses well paid, than praised,
And more recruitment of NHS staff;
The numbers they say aren’t covered by half;
Redistribution of wealth is the key;
Healthcare should always be totally free!
Some people are modern day crusaders;
“All lives matter!” they angrily yell,
Then throw bottles at perceived invaders,
Named as such by Braverman and Patel.
And comments calling lifeboat personnel,
Taxi drivers, are believed, by and large,
By disciples of Reform and Farage.
Others say, some people don’t understand,
Or they deliberately misconstrue;
BLM is a validated brand;
An acronym for BLACK LIVES MATTER TOO,
And racists, don’t often go with that view.
Hate crimes against minorities today,
Are at record levels, in the UK.
According to some people, climate change
Isn’t man-made, it’s a natural thing;
CO2 emissions are in safe range,
Climate scientists are always left wing,
Global warming is a globalist sting;
Deniers say, anyway, we’ve been told
The world’s warming up, so how come it’s cold?
According to others; greenhouse gasses,
Largely caused by human activities,
Will, if disregarded by the masses,
Cause unprecedented extremities
In Earth’s temperature, and the remedies,
As painful as they first appear to be,
Should be implemented A S A P.
Some people heed the maxim: greed is good;
Wealth distribution has long had its day,
Human nature’s nothing like Robin Hood,
Taxes should be low, no matter your pay;
Socialism is criminal they say,
And the worst ever kind of offender
Is a lefty, with a WOKE agenda.
Others can see where all the money’s gone,
When they look at the wealthiest, and they
Wonder how some people fall for the con
Of trickle-down, as barons sail away
To islands where multi billionaires stay,
Upon stashing, in colossal amounts,
Revenue into offshore bank accounts.
Some people go on Facebook or Twitter;
With common souls, opinions they share;
Others do the same and they have bitter
Rows with very angry people on there,
Over things like COVID, Trans rights, healthcare,
Black Lives Matter, global warming, woke, greed
And whatever else is on the newsfeed.
Reading their exchanges, it’s clear to me,
That humankind is exceedingly split,
Right down the middle, from what I can see;
Polarised views, incessant verbal shit,
And yours truly isn’t immune to it;
I’m with all the others, striking a chord,
Down in the rabbit hole, on a keyboard.
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Monday 23 January 2023

Rainbow

Rainbow

When the sun shines, on a wet day in June,
I see a rainbow, can you see it too?
It’s like the sleeve of Dark Side of The Moon:
Red, yellow, pink, green, purple, orange, blue.
Someone on Twitter says, all he can see,
Is the representation of a flag,
An advertisement for LGBT;
"Woke" promotion of liberals in drag.
Walters, Wright, Gilmore and Mason, stained;
He’ll not be playing Pink Floyd anymore;
“Is there a straight flag?" he crossly complained,
Light refraction, wasn’t what he saw,
Certainly not on the box set cover,
And possibly not even in the sky;
Does the sky support a same-sex lover?
Is nature itself a "WOKE" kind of guy?
I see rainbows, the lunatic sees red,
On the grass, in the hall, and in his head.

 

Thursday 12 January 2023

Team Harry

Team Harry

I’m not a monarchist by any means
But I’m curious about kings and queens,
And though I never cried or stood outside
Buckingham Palace when Diana died
Or later spectated the funeral
With sobbing people innumerable
I watched the solemn cortege on TV
And clear as daylight Harry I still see
Walking next to William down the Mall
Dry-eyed and dignified as I recall
And mourners from all corners of the land
Eagerly shook Harry by the hand
Smiling lovingly wishing all the best
To Princes William Harry and the rest
The mourner’s hands so Harry later said
Were wet with tears for Harry’s mother dead
Tears shed for someone who they never knew
Except through tabloids and a faux interview
And the boys who knew her better than all
Betrayed no cares held the mourners in thrall
How many mourners since things have turned sour
Are posting on Facebook and Twitter now
Condemning Harry for having a say
While the tabloids publish day after day
Populist opinions venomous bile
Misjudgements fit for a kangaroo trial
Aspersions cellular levels of hate
Slurs against Meghan for not being Kate
As the likes of Morgan and Clarkson preach
More of the same in the name of free speech?
I’m not a monarchist but once again
I’ve no gripe against royals in the main
The way I see it the monarchy’s there
Whoever once asked to be born an heir?
But if I was a spare in Harry’s place
The press forever being on my case
Even to the detriment of my wife
I too would leave for a different life
And offer as truth my story for sale
Refuting the lies of the Daily Mail

Friday 6 January 2023

The Algorithm

 The Algorithm

The algorithm is a beast
Of appetite gazillion
Glutting on an endless feast
Of personal opinion
It chews digests expels a stream
Of consciousness (depleted)
And everyone receives a meme
Updated or retweeted
Sometimes I fall to pondering
If I should leave the centre
Set myself to wandering
Where enemies would enter
There would be rejection
Unacceptance by the whole
No mirror hall reflection
I’d be deemed to be a troll
But what if I pretend instead
To be in full agreement
Contradict what’s in my head
In favour of appeasement
The algorithm then would change
And following this new lead
Would defecate a different range
Of memes on my newsfeed
The point I’m trying to convey
Is all that’s being written
Goes the algorithm’s way
And everyone gets bitten
We may be individuals
With different points of view
But words being mere victuals
Who is feeding who?