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Category: Poetry
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“I’ve been framed!”
~ Luke Dogwalker
INDUSTRIALISED & GLOBALISED
Incorporated Slaughter
The war on Terror
A war that never ends
And pays great dividends
To the shareholders
Of Globalised Murder
A hostile takeover
Tribal and Fundamental
Privilege and power
Seized … never to yield
This world now
An Industrialised Battlefield
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What the Rock Soul Brother?!
Swaggy Gamble …
Sailing High in Creation

Riding the bounds
Sailing high in creation
Things that astound
on the wing
in the deep
and under the ground
Yet consciousness
hard up against the glass
of this broken existence
Confiscated by the State
as a piece of degenerate art
then sold as a slave
to the black market of fate
I made the big break
for the heights of Montmartre
A spirited defence
yet only token the resistance
at the cutting edge
of forsaken circumstance
A Distant Recollection

Once upon a time
loving kindness
that orphaned daughter
of some forgotten martyr
from a far off constellation
just waiting to happen …
Once drifting so fine
in my distant recollection
a brother lost
distracted by an attraction
to the stranger of danger
and the mother of all crime
Becoming a pawn
in that never ending
murderous game
of worldly power
and territorial gain
the soldier of misfortune
now marching to the tune
of a traumatized mind
On the dirty street corner
sprawled upon yesterday’s paper
used and discarded
“Can you spare a dime?”
scrawled on a sign
The whole Earth is our father’s land
Loving Kindness … once upon a time
Words and Image;
~ David B Redpath © 2018
The Happiness Report

The Happiness Report
from the pagan haven
of a guarded and gated
sunny seaside resort
Machine tooled
from a block of concrete
Then deposited
upon a mangrove swamp
along a once pristine coast
Now a checkpoint
and a guard tower
cast shadows
across the lungs of nature
dying of tourist cancer




