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Hubris Fence
09:54
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Hubris Fence
The hybrid wars, the hubris fence,
They wait and pray in tattered tents,
And mocked by lazy minds.
Hubris is an imagined security
In an insecure citadel,
Glass and steel are no balance
For lakes of blood obscure,
For staring starving faces,
For the eternal feng shui laws.
They come to us in boats,
Then collapse along the shore.
This crumbling citadel of shame
Is like strongholds of before.
I am not fearful of the old ways,
They are no longer here,
But perhaps they will come to meet us
When our ways disappear.
I hear them come in whispers
Sounding like a prayer,
Then I feel the silence
Surrounding everywhere.
Then I hear them whisper
Burning fuel will kill the air,
The whispers getting louder,
Sounding like a cry.
I hear the burning whispers
Rise into the sky.
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Failure To Provide
05:03
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Failure To Provide
What you take,
What you keep,
What you have reflects
A failure to provide.
For the homes,
For the school,
For hospital beds
A failure to provide.
They feel loss so bitter,
In shame of poverty,
But peace it comes
Much quicker than
The false security
Of those failing to provide.
I can see there is another world,
Already it is there.
I can see there is food and shelter,
I can see there is healthcare,
As part of being human
And part of life upon this earth.
Protected and provided
With our own intrinsic worth.
Awaken from the dust
Of their dried up fantasies
There is no choice we must
Our souls are planted deep
I have seen the clouds on fire,
Forests brown and dry,
Rivers flowing backwards,
Rain lifted to the sky.
Undo global warming,
Before ice shelfs slip away,
Before we change the climate
And the earth is run with plagues.
We see peril in these times,
Feel like the end of days.
We can Protect, Provide,
Undo the chaos we create.
We can turn back from the future,
We can seek another way.
We are standing at the gate of time,
We can end and then begin.
We can undo what we are doing
And leave it all behind.
See the past and make a future,
From the past we learn,
Learn to Protect, Provide.
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Capitalism’s Foot Soldiers
Capitalism’s foot soldiers
Don’t need to have an opinion
Don’t need to offer their views
Whatever they choose to be doing
The outcome is that they will lose.
Our levels of ignorance,
Our freedom to choose
Our present day oblivion
With so much to lose.
Some choose their lives
Or they are chosen.
For most this world
Would stay the same.
For the consumers,
Their numbers growing,
They cost the earth
And creatures living.
What we consume.
These lazy actions,
We will destroy
Life and its creation.
Some see life just for the taking
We do not see the mess we make.
So they feel strong they will succeed
We make the world bend to our needs.
For the journey of your soul
No carriages come your way,
Take you boots, your wheelchair, crutch
Go back the way you came.
Undo the shame the grief
Of images you have made.
Exactly how you are
Is how you are meant to be.
I saw the tattered tents
Those sleeping on the Heath,
I sleepwalked past them then,
I see them now awake,
I dream them in my sleep.
We seek the stars and moon
For companions on our way,
We find friends for our own soul
While travelling on our road.
How you are just now,
You are ready for your soul’s journey.
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4. |
No Favour, No Grace
08:22
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No Favour No Grace
They look without favour
They look without grace
These are the people
With the graceless face.
They define beauty
They define worth
They will be lonely
On their last day on earth.
The angels, the singing,
The harmony spheres,
Will not ring their greeting
At the end of their years.
Oh beautiful soul who looks for honour
In the shiftiest of thieves,
Rest your tired heart from scouring
Those wells have drained too deep.
You can gaze down into the darkness,
Feel a moment quiet relief,
The heartbeat like an echo calling,
Then you gaze too far beneath.
We see lost faces, the eyes wide open
We see a world of fear and pain,
They see our world a mirage vision,
Screen faces come and go again,
False images flicker like contagion,
Unsettling all within their gaze.
Still we breathe and sleep then
From our dreams at 3 we waken,
Dreams of fear and being lost.
It is then we know within our being
That all others dream like us.
This is the times that dreams are merging,
This time will never go away.
Wake in the decent heart sore dawn
Speak your truth without delay.
I hear the bells this churchyard morning,
With grace they ring to heal our pain,
Ring your favour for the bitter hearted,
Break this spell bind where they remain,
To those lying under grave stones,
Bless the living, you know that life is brief,
Free us all from our failings,
We curse ourselves, we seek relief.
For our misdeeds, pride and judgements,
For letting us all evade the care
Of all those living their own short lives.
To live without suffering, without despair.
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Collateral Casualties
08:31
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Collateral Casualties
Her beautiful feet walk over the mountain,
The forests murmur in delight,
She and her two small children,
Miraculously have survived,
Not heaven’s hidden favour
Though she has prayed with tears,
Others precious and beloved
Have perished through the years.
Eternal Shepherd guiding,
These pilgrims passing by,
Witnessed and wept in sorrow
For those who lost their lives.
Our hearts beat with thankful feeling
When we saw them come in view
And there are those that would be thinking
Of the feet, still to come, passing through.
Blood will melt the border fences,
So let us speak while breath and blood
Are still talking, still making sense,
It may not always be that way.
Make time for this connection,
Breath will calm the pulsing flame,
Slow the mind’s whirl into action,
Cool burning metal in our veins.
Clear the rage that conquers reason
The heart is where the passions melt.
The pulse, the blood is never hidden,
The blood that is shed is always felt,
They are carrying dreams of hope,
Let us quell our ludicrous fantasies,
They are coming through the frozen forests
Trembling, sinking to their knees.
Still we must save our neon shopping aisles,
Fruit salad ice cream on display
Bookshelves with get rich quick schemes.
Take to checkout you can buy today,
Many have come with the same desires
To share these dreams, not steal them away.
The bitter rivers of feeling can become
A sweet poison sea of forgetting
When it becomes all too much to hold.
Take time with this knowing,
If we are to act and not recoil
From these troubling images.
These shores will hold all souls.
Take comfort from the earth,
Sand reflects and soil will hold.
We all walk on empty roads,
They will be coming looking for a home.
Blood has melted the border fences,
If they were ever there at all.
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6. |
Harmless As A Serpent
09:20
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Harmless As A Serpent
Harmless as a serpent, brave as a dove,
Dishevelled, not orderly in our souls,
We take thoughts to extremes,
Our ideas glowing
Unseen in plain sight.
We all want this beauty,
This prism of light,
This beauty of motion,
These engines in flight.
We take the earth’s oil
And set it alight.
We will unseed this living,
Sacrifice this bright world,
Sleeping on the dragon’s bed,
Dreaming of pieces of gold.
Can we really hide
Through these Hybrid Wars?
Make comfort our own purpose
When there is such a desperate cause?
Should we listen to the leaders
Who send people to the borders?
Human trade a live export,
No food but with fence wire cutters.
Can we seek our soul’s salvation
With others suffering in hordes?
Truth can set you free but
Lies can make a comfortable prison.
Love will bond humanity but
Hate gives you a sense of security.
Offerings to the lazy gods
Arrive in cargo ships,
From those who struggle to survive
For those who will not provide
But take and take and take.
From the factory foot soldiers
Who don’t choose what they make.
And on those tacky websites
Where so many things are sold
To tickle lazy predators,
They make your blood turn cold ..
Or hot, go cold or hot,
To make your flesh go cold or hot.
Whichever way,
This is a global bandwidth warzone,
There are Serpents in control.
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7. |
British Roulette
07:12
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British Roulette
British roulette and Russian snakes and ladders
The new games played out like the old games,
Will you never win? Will you be seen as weak?
Will you hide yourself? Turn the other cheek?
These are the modern traitorous actions,
When we hang our heads in guilty shame,
This wrongful way we treat each other
This is enough reason for us to change.
These ancient empires, they talk of borders,
Speaking of walls that don’t exist.
Really, power is about the bandwidth
And that war isn’t worth their risk.
The new drums sound like the old drums.
Where are the borders? What are borders these days?
We support the countries, encourage freedom,
Then without remorse, we take it all away.
Crisis theatre tactics, misinformation,
Weapons of choice for these ageless Hybrid Wars,
Feel the ice, the snow, these lives need saving,
Let’s cut the border fence, end the Hybrid Wars.
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8. |
Sanctions Pretence
07:30
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Sanctions Pretence
There are no more borders,
The lines have been undrawn,
This is the game of theatre
With people used as pawns.
The leaders are hired actors,
They speak their given orders,
While the fenceless world does deals.
One bandwidth no borders,
More is hidden than revealed
The payments slide swiftly this way,
Some countries wanted to control
Borders to stop and check who pays.
Now who has all the stop checks now?
Brexit came armed, a three-word phrase,
Then left the people in the snow,
This warning on the doorstep says
Let the payments keep coming through,
That was war, soldiered by media,
Sanctions make good theatre
For the voters who may care,
Then the posturing actors
Impress those who are unaware.
But we must remind ourselves
We are not seeing what we think as war.
It is a performance for us as viewers,
To distract leaders with the noise we cause,
While deep within the bandwidth
Others swoop and soar.
It is the darkest of irony,
That those who really care
About children starving in the snow,
They are placed for us to make a noise.
Because we have the loudest voice,
Because we have these college words,
Because we love our conscience clear.
They are placed for us to make a noise
Across our well-schooled lives
That are not defined by lines
Still we self enclose to make a noise
And scream in each other’s ears.
We distract the country, with our loud protest
While digital dependency, bandwidth frequency
Are the tools with which they trade.
Import substitution and sanctions a performance,
A coercive control, infecting our security
And then, with the disinterest of parasites,
They detonate discussion on NATO’s road to Madrid.
They still have their interests,
Brexit as a gift both ways,
Timing troops to coincide,
They will have their victories,
Gaining control of borders,
Clowns are kept as leaders,
Keep looking you won’t witness,
A sleight of hand in action,
While our strength is auctioned,
This Hybrid War is a distraction.
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“Hybridity ... is characterized by the interpenetration of a wide range of non-state actors including any combination of insurgent or terrorist networks; organized crime groups; social groups such as clans, tribes or ethnic groups; and ideologically or religiously motivated organizations; all of which may be backed covertly or overtly by states and/or legitimate businesses.”
Josef Schroefl and Stuart J. Kaufman, “Hybrid Actors, Tactical Variety: Rethinking Asymmetric and Hybrid War,” Studies in Conflict & Terrorism 37 (2014)
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