THE MUSIC
the music is dangerous
the artwork
is dangerous
the dancing is dangerous
the slogans are dangerous
if
they carry on
they carry on
they will destroy
this Empire
go for it
my sweets
you are
my only solution
LAWN
weed out
the troublemakers.
now
the lawn
do mot let
them infiltrate
the body politic
infest our dead reality.with their
thriving little
protest village
a place that we must
segregate, isolate,
wire off, set apart
place that needs to
be an unadulterated patch
of lawn, piece of
Golf course green
cannot be that which
quietly and noisly
speaks to a new humanity
all kinds of new dispensations
set
to bring new life to
resurrect all forgotten
notions
jettisoned thoughts
twice dead big dreams
SPRING CLEAN
wish I was young enough
and close enough geographically
to join you in
your protest encampment
a swatch of colour, a carnival
vibe, foregrounded against
the grey architectural
ersatz imitation of things
Athenian that marks
your alma mater’s
mode of academic being
the joy of community,
diversity
and alternate, far more
utopian
student perspectives
is not a thing to be tolerated
by a militaristic, utterly confused
and confounded, imperialistic regime
you just so happen
to call home
you are subjecting to a fantastic
targeted spring cleaning
throwing out the old
that you do not need
that all
too painfully
does not fit in
SLAP-BANG
I took Socrates
on a tour of the campuses
in turmoil
they were peaceful
but then the cops
and every kind
of president demanded
they be taught a lesson
I watched the old,
self-appointed philosopher
shake his head
wondering if these
were not,
given the architechure, given
the phalynx formations
graphic scenes from
a battle
slap-bang in the middle
of the Peloponnesian War
SALVATION
mind your.
Ps and
Qs
watch
your gramnar
any mistake
they will pounce on it
use it agsknst you
who.would have thought it
this is
hearf of darkness
double standard
beyond double
standard
the belly of the beast
where
eveey madness, every
distortion
every Frankenstein monster
of the political
imagination
they are all
engineeted
and it
is venom to them
this tiny protest, voice.
for humanity
is every
kind of toxin
it is Holy water
to a wicked witch
it is
a powsr that shocks
since no one foresaw it
in their
wildest dreams
no one
thought you had
a light
in this darknesss
out salvation
GLIB YOU ARE
glib you are
in defence of the narrative
perfectly tactical
in fighting for
the consummate ideology
astute
you are
in pocketing
the kick-backs
off camera
circumspect you are
in submission
to ultimate
authority
glib you are
day in
day out
loyal to a fault
and lying through your teeth
AFTER THE PROTESTS
after the protests
I was on your campus
looking for
the Department
of Denial
passed through various
scan and search and
barbed wire
checkpoints before
I was cross-
checked
and led in
and once in felt
myself
consumed by
an unearthly excitement
so keen I was
to meet the students, meet
the staff, explore what
in depth research
was here taking place
pushing the envelope of
Denial, Closure and
related fields
in the Human and
Scientific Disciplines
within
the all-new
Faculty of
Silence (thing of which
the new-look
university had
long dreamt,
best replacement
for the Arts and
Politics and Philosophy
but when I asked
in all eanest
to be directed there
they swore
we still lived in a world
in which such
ideas of grave
and obvious insanity
could not possibly exist
I said (for
my little part)
that was such a shame, a
terrible indictment,
hugely unfortunate
hoping that
no one should lose sight
of this vision supreme
DOWN
in the defence
of the truth
people can rise
be inspired
to moments
of courage
actions
of extreme
bravery
in defence of the lie
a person with
power
can destroy
every truth-teller,
bring the world
crashing down
poems 2 die for