Stars and Stripes

Hoodwinked by the stars in the eyes of the ‘American Dream’

Sleep-walking, through the ‘Red Stripe’ and the ‘Lucky Strike’

And the killing-fields of green

Stained with the invisible blood of Mother’s sons, now laid to rest

Faceless soldiers who fought their damnedest

Now planted like seeds at regular intervals

With line after line and row upon row

Of manicured headstones for hundreds and thousands of silent dead heroes

Like white marble stripes on the red and blue flag of ‘capitalist consumerism’

Who died in their country’s pursuit of ‘world supremacism’

Where oil and beef and the arms industries are ‘king’

And the multiplicity of the dollar $ign is everything, ch-ching!

Seen through the myopic blinkered lens of tunnel vision

Which honours the rights of the man-made corporation

Over and above those of the individual or the community

Completely disregarding compassion, union and ecological sustainability

In preference of a quarterly profit-margin

Somehow we became removed from the ‘natural world’, with an absence of humility

A ‘breed apart’, the needy, greedy, self-important human

With no choice now but to career full-steam ahead towards chaos and rumination

Though maybe, just maybe, we still can ‘save-the-day’ through a reclamation

Of Self-Love, equality, and a natural heart-connection

Together now let us pray, for sweet Love’s healing salvation


‘Stars and Stripes’ was inspired by a series of art works called: ‘State of the Union’ by Hans Haacke who was recently interviewed at an event entitled: ‘Gift Horse’ at the ICA following the unveiling of his new sculpture commissioned for the fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square.

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Bread and Circus

Post-industrial London groans restlessly

Under a Lowry laden water-colour sky

Of concrete urban grey

Patiently observing the gaudy bauble of the bread and circuses

Pantheon of the minor media-celebrity, trivia, frivolous spectacle

Cements the death of a once celebrated, grandiose culture’s civic-values

Now homogenised, pulverised, diluted and perverted

Into the confectionary cabin’d-cribb’d cavity

Of society’s vacuous missing soul

Replaced with a prescribed sugar-coated illusory reality

That enslaves 80% of the populace, through a manipulative ideology

To perpetuate a false freedom, that never really existed in the first place.


A Riverbank by LS Lowry

L.S. Lowry
Bread and Circuses
Cabin’d-Cribb’d : [First coined in Shakespeare’s MacBeth 1607]



Britain seems to have forgotten, that money

Is just bits of dead tree

The biggest ever illusion, in history!

Supported by the baddest bluest meanie

David Cameron

Who expects everyone

To don a suit and become a ‘businessman’

Either that or a ‘uniform’

And become part of the service-industry

And work for next-to-nothing

Even single-mothers

As if parenting and being alone

Wasn’t tough enough already

To grind one’s nose into the stone

Without the tyrannical rule of the minority

Working one’s fingers to the bone

Whilst maintaining their control over the majority

From the comfort of their pampered-gilded-throne

Of dishonesty

Dead Tree


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