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The anniversary of the Wounded Knee Massacre serves not only as reminder of what rots under the fabric of America, but in light of US complicity in its ally Israel’s slaughter in Gaza , Wounded Knee serves as a timely reinforcement of that French idiom ‘The more things change, the more… Continue

Despite the way we are instinctively programmed
to perceive things as compartmentalised entities that will harm or benefit us,
there is only one single organism:

The planet.

Well ultimately, there is only the universe, all interconnected and inseparable, but it’d take me more than my brief fart of sentience to eulogise that.

Despite how much holy books spin us the egotistic, egocentric, egomaniacal line
that we are separate, removed, emplaced, superior,
we are not.
We people are all just anim… Continue

The Modern Monkey
The Astute Ape
Lives on a toxic burn
On the Earth Mother’s skin

A scabbed up layer
Of poisonous oils and limes and heavy metals
All connected with the microscopically genocidal
ever-fracturing veins of chlorine
Annihilating the very base of the tower of life.

Sucking in resources from a red angry rash of agriculture
That makes the Grandmother of creation vomit like a chemotherapy patient
With her constant exposure to organophosphates, pesticides, weed killers
Farmers motivate… Continue

Put-put-put goes the tractor of globalisation
ploughing a lonely furrough in the fallow field of fantasy lifestyles

Splat-splat-splat goes the muck spreader of multinational corporations
shooting toxic muck on the field of the lowest common denominator.

Dib-dib-dib goes the seeder of mass marketing
Planting the kernels of homogeneous consumerist crap
in the poisoned soil of a browbeaten captive audience.

And come harvest,
we will all awake in clone towns
with the same shops
selling the same c… Continue

You wave your flag
Like a battered wife
Defending her husband
In face of police officers
Who have been called your aid.
Too weak to see, to scared to leave,
too proud to admit, too cornered to fight.

Red is the blood from your split lip
Blue is your bruised eye
And white is you pallor

You sing to the flag
Like you truly believe
That is stands for anything
other than the rich exploiting you.
Like you really believe that they deserve
to cream off all the wealth you generate;
Like every punch rea… Continue