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mandy rigby May 2014
I'd like to charge,
the government.
With crimes,
against humanity.

Giving M.B.E's,
to hairdresser's.
Only goes,
to prove,
their vanity.

Elderly man
evicted.
Reeked of,
mental health.
Makes me fkin sick,
cos they have,
so much wealth.

Always pointing fingers.
Blood dripping,
from their hands.
yet giving,
tax relief,
to appease,
their Tory fans.

They have no,
understanding,
of what benefit,
equates.
As we conserve,
energy.
they increase,
fuel rates?

They talk of,
unemployment,
like its a,
personal choice.
Jumping to,
conclusions.
As though we,
have no voice.

They've,
no desire,
for shelters.
No funding,
for rehabs.
No interest,
in soup kitchen's.
Or people,
dressed in rags.

DO NOT
be a pawn
in their,
game of chess.
DO NOT fall,
for the lies,
that they suggest.


Destroying their,
own people.
welfare reforms.
Yet writing every,
penny down,
on expenditure,
allowance forms.

Don't they know,
its wrong?
state paying,
for second homes.
When those,
supporting families,
survive on,
payday loans.

Humbled,
working people,
queuing at,
food banks
I wonder,
what goes on,
amongst the,
Tory ranks?

The truth,
of austerity.
11 % bonus,
increase.
The injustice,
of it all,
destroys,
my inner peace.

It's obvious,
their strategy,
to conquer,
by divide.
lining their,
own pockets,
before they,
run and hide

(c) mandy rigby 09/01/2014
Kagami Apr 2014
It felt so right, clear
As a crystal lake in summer. The humidity.

Teach me how to breathe under water so that I may
Follow the current.
Through time and thyme, the scents
That drive me to ask.
Question everything.

Can I make this better?
Install a light switch in the sun for you.

Sleep, lion. I will not be the sheep
You devour. I will be the lioness you sweep away.

Could I be the one to trim your ego,
Your fragile mind into a sturdy rose bush?
Thorns protruding, make me bleed again?

Maybe I will keep you.
The steady strums of my heart strings calming my ears.
And I can not predict what we could discover in this filthy music,
Or maybe the silver harps the angels play.
I don't even know.
Anonymous Apr 2014
Vented topsoil nation
1500m below the sea
A Bismarkian mystery
***** by the International Seabed Authority.

Yeah, I know
We weren't even there
To say aye or nay
But we're gonna **** it anyway.

"Inevitable environmental damage"
Plays backseat to the real "need"
And the UN Convention on the Law of the Sea
Gives the poor folks some of the proceeds...
Yippee.

"We are at the threshold of a new era of deep seabed mining."
Knowledge well worth having
But not executing
Not on this planet.

The Clarion-Clipperton Zone
An entire alien race's home
They think they have it all mapped
But it doesn't depict their head up their ***.

"Proper controls equals proper sustainability."
Are bold words for someone with no accountability
It's just a paycheck
For someone who doesn't give a ****.

Soil Machine Dynamics
Accomplishes the fantastic
With seafloor mining tools
Never before used.

We rise up
As we fall down
Choking on our own failures
With eyes to the sun.
Fuji Bear Apr 2014
Can't it always be this way
why do people change,
why does time move on.
we struggle against a current
that pulls our body one way,
but the soul another.
It pulls my hand from your grasp,
desperately struggling
to hold the precious memory
of a time long since past.
second poem, enjoy.

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