First it came in the name of being free
and having dignity
no more slavery
Then it gave us recession
We turned on ourselves
Austerity’s court was in session
boom and bust
lusting after other peoples wealth
Tax havens for the rich governed by stealth
then came war epidemics and famine
we turned on ourselves
shops shelves bare
we only care
about our own
immigrants were the first to be enslaved or deported
then the disabled who couldn’t work
were eaten up but the system
Under the guise of fairness,Eugenics
and pandemics
then the working class were enslaved again
under the pen
and keyboards of corporations
The middle class became the working class again
While billionaires became trillionaires
Meanwhile planet earth festered and burned
and the rich found that you can’t eat digital currency and cash
as we dreamt of a bubble that burst like a infected gash.
Love was always the answer
hatred is a cancer
I wonder when we realise the path we are on
was the wrong one
Tag Archives: storytelling
Daniel Hooks on BBC upload radio show uk
Origin of there’s a monster in my toy box my children’s story
Enemy of this state
The woman who became the dream
Grumpa spoken word poem about a grumpy grandpa
Trying to save the girl in the fire
Angels are just messengers
I know the world cries out for a saviour
I have been fighting for good behaviour
in amongst demons and nay sayers
no one heralded me
no angels,no wise men and shepherds
every woman whispered “am I your Sophia?”
I carried it as a riddle
god was on the fiddle
They said I was the escape artist
of this life
this prison
a schizophrenic
but they didn’t know I was brave enough to think beyond
that stereotype
I know I am right
delusion sometimes is the only solution
love the illusion of separation
everywhere everyone is in chains
just fighting for scraps
a poet kept under raps
and speeches
I fight to teach
I just want to save the girl in the fire 🔥
but it could go to the wire.
Deep in a forest of fake news
Spoken word poem
Welfare cuts
A poverty trap
now a map
for the after life
If there is even one
work work work
in this god forsaken land
until you drop down dead
Because the retirement age has gone up
drink from a cup of black coffee
If you can afford it
cut back your life
until you’re a skeleton on the doll
lose your independence until your just a ghost of a soul
Go to the dentist get fleeced
be told to live within your means
and be told your disabled and unclean
til all of humanity are hard and mean
and there’s no kindness in this world
in any boy or girl
we live in a vicious Victorianesque country
where productivity and making more billions and billionaires is the only reason for living
and poverty is unforgiving
As we eat the scraps and take the meds
of a capitalist world view
that doesn’t care about anything but making more profit.
Family tree
You were born from a tree
Family,
Branches dances
Haunted by love
bearing fruit
with roots
in the darkness of the ground
We’ve waited for the leaves to grow
from sapling relationships
to the rain that drips
onto your trunk
I am my grandads whistling tunes
My grandmas stitches and knitted fate
My uncles smile
my aunts stern determination
my own righteous indignation
and individuality
Those contrasts sought through things that our missing
two lovers kissing
married through the rings of time kept with the trunk of the family tree
from the care sown
all saplings are grown
And given light if we talk through our roots
and fungal connections and collective consciousness
we are all
everywhere everything at once!