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28th Day Sober

28th Day Sober

By JFarrell

 

 

(“All the people in the world, they have the chance to change things;

But they must think and work and dream,

And break some rules, to change things.

They must change.”   John M Watts of Fischer Z)

 

 

I am still sober on the 28th day,

But with the London Bridge attack, last night,

Forgive my lack of jubilance.

 

I have had to be determined to get to this place; sober,

And I have new determination

To learn Arabic, to destroy this ideology, with poetry.

 

You can’t fight lies with lies;

You can’t fight hate with hate;

So truth and love are the only weapons we have.

 

And WORDS.

And it is words that started this mess,

Since the beginning of time.

 

No god has ever asked MAN to war, fight or hate;

No god ever wrote a book:

Gods make mountains, rain, love.

 

MEN write “these are the words of god”

MEN who want power speak “in the name of god”;

And, please notice I said “MEN” - this is not my hidden sexism poking through;

MEN cause this.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

we can change if for the better

Brainwashing

Brainwashing

By JFarrell

 

Amongst the first words a child can recognise

Between 18 months to 3 years

Are a certain brand of cola

And a very delicious hamburger bar

This is the power of advertising.

 

I am 49 years old

Beanz, means, ……….

The m..lk..b…..rs are on me

I’m a secret lemonade drinker

Because the lady loves mi..k tr…y

And I could go on

 

Most of them slogans are from my first 10 years

And I still remember them

How many can you remember

And, yes, I am scared to name brands, these people can sue

The power of advertising

 

Do you feel brainwashed, yet?

Are your thoughts your thoughts

Or the thoughts of a commercial?

And

Will they let you have your own thoughts

Tell me

How does it feel

The brainwashing

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

also on youtube

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thnx :)

So you wanna be a terrorist

So you wanna be a terrorist

By JFarrell

 

So you wanna be a terrorist?

Thats fine by me.

 

You can be like my dad

Such a big brave man

He gets drunk to beat his wife and kids

Because he’s a chickenshit coward.

 

Do you really think bombing a bunch of kids

Makes you any better that him?

Makes you braver than him?

Makes you more a man than him?

 

What a pussy!

Yes, you!

Isis, ira, al queda, whoever…

I should fear you?

 

Why?

Oooh, you got guns and bombs,

I’m so scared

Not!

 

Be a man, act like a man

You pussy!

Real men don’t blow up children

Chickenshit worthless losers blow up children.

 

Paradise? Virgins? Reward?

I don’t care what god you claim to honour

Ask him

For scum like you he has a place reserved in Hell.

 

And those on our side

The newspapers, the columnists

The big mouths

Stop spreading the hate - you’re as bad as them, and as responsible.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

be a man

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The Police

The Police

By JFarrell

 

If you see a police officer,

Today, tomorrow, next week,

Please go up and say

Thank you.

 

We may not all like the police,

It doesnt matter;

 

When a scumbag detonates a bomb

They, and the other emergency services,

Rush in to help

Where I, and many of us, would run away.

 

They are not perfect,

Who is?

They’re never around when you want one,

And if you are not white, you may well feel harassed by them.

 

But when some cowardly nutjob

Detonates a bomb at a children’s concert

Or drives a car into a group of pedestrians

These people rush in to help.

 

Twenty two people, many of them kids, died last night,

That number may go up;

But many more were saved

Because of the actions of the brave boys in blue

(and the other emergency services).

 

So, if you see a police officer

Please say thank you.

 

 

*Dedicated to all the emergency services

And the victims of terrorism everywhere.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

please stop the hate

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The Politicians Don’t Care What You Think

The Politicians Don’t Care What You Think

By JFarrell

 

“Let me tell you what the issues are….”

“That’s not the real question….”

“Our polling shows…..”

Trust me, they ain’t listening.

 

I walked in to the office yesterday, Lib Dem party;

I had one question

“How can I trust your party with my vote?”

And she quoted policy at me.

I told her, that doesn’t answer my question

And she quoted more policy at me.

 

I wanted to volunteer, to help,

I have a duty to, a responsibility;

I had one question;

They would not listen to

Could not listen to

Could not answer.

 

Maybe, it’s the training,

Maybe, it’s the environment;

I don’t know.

 

She looked at me

And did not see a person;

Could not even show me the basic respect

Of listening to my question.

 

And they are all like this.

 

From their ivory towers

They look down upon us

And, as long as we continue to vote for them,

They are not going to listen.

Why should they?

After all, they think they are better than us.

 

Well, they ain’t better than me.

Stuff em!

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

stuff em

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Abra The Bully

Folder: 
Poetry
Abra suddenly appeared;
He knocked on my door.
But I was startled,
So I slammed the door.
 
Later I went into the hallway,
And there he called me bitch.
I thought he would beat me up,
But he turned his back and went away.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

An event in my life,

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You Have The Power

You Have The Power

By Jfarrell

 

(inspired by a class discussion we had today)

 

The power to change the world is in your hands,

All of you;

You, you and, yes, you;

And not one word here is a lie,

Or wishful thinking.

 

Look around,

What do you not like?

What disgusts you, angers you,

Saddens you, depresses you?

 

You name it,

I won’t make suggestions,

I don’t need to,

You know what makes you angry.

 

You can change it,

Make it better;

And you only need to do 2 things:

 

  1. Believe in yourself.

    It doesn’t matter who you are,

    How smart, or not, you think you are.

    Every great person who ever lived,

    Believed in themselves.

    Whether we speak about Einstein,

    Or Bill Gates;

    What makes them different from you?

    Nothing.

    So, believe.

     

  2. Act.

    Give a homeless person some food,

    Help that mum with her buggy,

    Run for election.

     

    Here endeth the lesson.

    Believe and act.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

please believe in yourself

Your Fault, Do Something

Your Fault, Do Something

By JFarrell

 

Look around you;

This is all your fault

And mine.

 

The rich ever prospering,

The poor forever growing.

An 18 week old baby beaten to death;

Teenagers stabbing each other to death.

Food banks ever busier,

More and more hospitals closing;

If you’re old and need care,

Sell your home to pay for it.

 

And we won’t get into the wars,

The terrorism, the famines…

 

This is all your fault,

And mine.

So,

DO SOMETHING

GET INVOLVED.

Stop voting for liars,

Stop believing they are better than you,

They are not.

Get out there,

Feed the hungry,

Give hope,

Make a difference!

Let’s please stop closing our eyes,

Get out there

And make this world a better place.

 

Because if you don’t,

No-one will.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

are you angry yet?

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Abandoned Child

Folder: 
Poetry

My brother died,

And in his place;

I was born,

But I was repelled.

 

My mother threw me from the table,

Abused me, both mind and body.

My father never present,

And if so, he ignored me.

 

They left each other fast,

'cause mother was a lesbian.

But my father needed a woman,

For his children and as a housewife.

 

The second was quite alright,

Even if she made me eat axis.

Only my sister I couldn't see,

That became off limits.

 

After years they had their divorce,

And then came the third, the most terrible.

My wicked stepmother,

The greatest dictator.

 

She tried to strangle my brother,

Then father did interfere.

She put me in the sanitarium,

With false motives, my fear.

 

Firstly in a crisis-centra,

'cause I run away from home.

Then in the sanitarium,

Where I for six months did roam.

 

In the sanitarium,

Provided with medication.

By which I lost my memory,

Crawling in the emptiness of chaos...

 

Regularly I suffered blackouts,

By which I saw nothing.

Not knowing what I did,

Much like sleep-walking;

And strange vistas occurred.

 

I wasn't suffering delirium,

Is what the doctors told.

So all this time,

I was in the asylum for no reason.

 

Then I had to go to boarding-school,

Where I developed something bad: anger.

I wanted to kill another, a female;

And Nyarlathotep, I am sorry;

Maybe I didn't wanted to commit this act,

But I had to from Satan...

 

What happened was unforeseen,

'cause my room was now aflame.

The building completely in axis,

The police came to arrest me.

 

A year and a half in prison,

Locked away in a cell, in Hell.

A year and a half terror,

The bondage of society.

 

When I got out, there was another project,

Named room-training.

I had to work in a factory,

But that didn't end well...

I started to mutilate myself,

Which I learned in the sanitarium.

They send me to the hospital,

To the psychiatric division.

 

Then again to the crisis-centra,

Which I didn't liked at all.

As if I had to start over,

This was too much overall...

 

Through the open door I escaped,

And from my last money;

I bought a train-ticket,

Which brought me to Ramses.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My biography in poetry-form.