Fight for something

As the people of Syria continue to suffer under the brutal repression of Assad, this poem is dedicated to those across the Arab world who have stood up and potentially face death for freedom.

Fight for something

This past year I’ve people fight for something,
not for fame,
not for earthly riches,
nor plasma screens,
notes of printed green.
I’ve seen them fight and die for something more,
To face dictator after dictator,
Amongst the shells of Homs, to the streets of Tripoli,
To stand up for their dignity.
I’ve seen these people bravely rise,
Bravely make the sacrifice,
To stand against the fist of tyranny,
To stand and face death for liberty.

Without Love

Who are we without love,

Souless,

Without an ounce of compassion,

Without a hand ready to help those in need,

Who are we?

Who are we without love?

What are we today if we ignore those who suffer,

If we turn away,

With a heart so cold,

Who are we without love?

Who are we without love,

If we don’t give second chances,

Second glances,

If we don’t reach out our arms to comfort others,

If we lambast, lampoon, mock, condemn,

I ask again, who are we without love?

Holding back the waves- #dropthebill

Nurses, midwives, many people and now Tim Montgomerie of Conservative Home are now against the NHS bill. So when will ‘Canute’ realise he cannot hold back the waves of opposition and drop this bill?

The tide is rising,

Discontent,

A wave of disatisfaction building, building out to sea,

The tide is rising,

Building hour by hour.

The people are speaking, using their power,

Foolishly he sits upon the shore,

As the distant waves continue to roar.

Canute why try to hold back these waves,

For these waves have a will and will sweep you away!

National Library Day

Today has been National Library Day, a day given added significance in the light of library closures occuring due to the government’s relentless cuts. Dan Jarvis MP has tirelessly battled to save libraries in a time where they have faced a more uncertain future than they have for decades. As a writer myself, I fully appreciate their importance and I write this poem as a protest and call to save many people’s only access to books and reading.

The Library’s Closed Today

Library’s closed today,
Alice isn’t in wonderland behind bars,
Knowledge too high a price to pay,
The library’s shut today,
An order from on high says so,
No journeys to Narnia,
No flick of Harry’s wand,
No Pinocchio,
Yet in the Palace some noses still grow.
The library’s shut today,
The wardrobe shut forever,
Knowledge, culture a price too high to pay.