Archive | October, 2011

Occupy London p2- the standoff continues

28 Oct

Occupy London demonstrators at st paul's

Since my last post, the standoff at St paul’s has continued and a further development occured when Canon Giles Fraser resignedwhen the church proposed even advocating violence to move the protestors on. I applaud his principled stand, however I am still angry that the church still won’t engage with the protestors and their concerns, again seeming to ignore the very teachings of the Bible about not serving two masters. The irony is that St Paul was a tentmaker, so why not invite the protestors into ‘your tent’ to talk? My message to those in charge at St Paul’s, why not take the time to debate with the concerns of the protestors, why not make a stand against the greed of the City bankers, or do your robes and crucifixes hide a threadbare soul?
Crucifix of silver and gold,
Yet you’re cold, threadbare is your soul,
Mitres and robes that flow,
Yet threadbare is your soul.
You preach about justice,
Yet forget its worth
Gaze on heaven yet not this cruel earth
What happened to the good news,
The fire now grown cold
Silence in marble halls, silken robes,
yet threadbare is your soul.

Occupy London- cleansing the temple?

24 Oct

Occupy London

St Paul’s, the symbol of a nation that survived the Biltz has been ‘forced’ to close due to the Occupy London protestors camped outside the building. The very same St Paul’s is said to be gaining legal advice to move said protestors as they are concerned about loss of revenue from lack of tourists PAYING to enter the church.

An interesting article on the Guardian – proposes the notion that rather than clinging on to “the vestiges of power, such as opt-outs for faith schools and the presence of bishops in the House of Lords, ”  and “the preservation of old buildings and cultural traditions” , the Christians in St Paul’s should think about what Jesus would do and based on his teachings, he most likely would be campaigning for social justice alongside the Occupy London protestors. In my mind we have reached a cleansing of the temple moment, akin to Jesus’ stand against corruption and the exploitation of the poorest.

This temple needs cleansing,

This temple of the elite,

Those who during the day extort,

Tighten the yoke, come here to pray,

And you stand by, say nothing,

When the people cry you hear nothing.

We come in the steps of He who came before,

The one you claim to follow on your marble floor.

Hypocrite, how you try to serve two masters failing both,

With fine robes in fine buildings you try the tightrope,

Yet you will fall,

For justice we come to cleanse this temple, 

Merchant, High priest, Caesar, we shall cleanse you all!

Libya- death of the dictator, what happens now?

20 Oct


A more civilised metaphorical picture?


Today we saw the bloody images documenting the death of Gaddafi. You’ve all seen them and I don’t intend on putting them on here.

In a statement today, the PM said “I think today is a day to remember all of Colonel Gaddafi’s victims, from those who died in connection with the Pan Am flight over Lockerbie, to Yvonne Fletcher in a London street, and obviously all the victims of IRA terrorism who died through their use of Libyan Semtex,” he said.

“People in Libya today have an even greater chance after this news of building themselves a strong and democratic future. I am proud of the role that Britain has played in helping them to bring that about and I pay tribute to the bravery of the Libyans who helped to liberate their country. We will help them, we will work with them and that is what I want to say today.”

Whether you agree with his violent death, whether you agree or not with the graphic images of his death, I hope that now the shadow of tyranny that for decades has stalked Libya, libyans can now rebuild a nation with their own desires and dreams.

What happens now?

With Gaddafi dead,
the tyrant’s blood shed,
What happens now?
Is Libya liberated,
The no-fly zone terminated.
Thirst for justice sated,
What happens now?
Will the guns fall silent or get more violent,
What happens now?
Has the peace been won,
Has the healing begun,
A new life under shining sun,
What happens now?


19 Oct

By now, everything that is going to have been said about the Dale Farm evictions will have been said. I was horrified by the violence used by both the protestors and also the brutality used by the police, images of women running in fear holding their children, burning caravans seared into my imagination. It unsettled me, alongside the almost cheerleading like comments on twitter- whether you agreed with them staying or not, no-one should rejoice in the brutal treatment of another. Also what happened to observing the legal requirement of providing space for Travellers, was that trampled on today?Was it truly a matter of law or was it more a case of ‘not in my backyard.’ As some have suggested, was the use of tazers justified?

Here is a poem in which I attempt to express how I feel about the whole sorry affair and my hope that one day understanding will replace prejudice.

Traveller (me and you)

You revile me,

Through prejudice’s cruel eyes you judge me,

You stare at me, like something you stepped in,

You spit at me.

Not welcome, your words, harder than the baton, wound me,

You force me out,

On the run you hunt me relentlessly.

Just because I’m not like you,

I don’t have a flash car, no bricks and mortar like you,

Yet I have a heart like you,

I feel love and pain like you.

Though worlds apart our cultures may be,

We’re both humans, you and me.