Submitted by Janine on
Boris Johnson nominates
the President of the United States
He says the Nobel Prize for Peace
should go to Donald Trump
But that joker has been played before
No satire in it any more
Irony died, doesn't he see?
when Kissinger won it in seventy-three
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In response to the news that the Pope wants to change the words of the Lord's Prayer ...
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I have a friend from my Manchester days whose daughter Hope lives there ...
Hope's mum tweets
That Hope is safe
Not at the Arena
Not a fan
Too busy sweating
Her exams
Hope texted mum at six twenty-nine
Hope is fine
Hope's mum's relieved
But still bereaved
For all the others
Devastated
At death-cult murder perpetrated
In the name of god
Why?
Submitted by Janine on
An acrostic poem ie. one in which the first letters of each line spell out the key word:
Looks like this, does it, liberation?
Isolated from supplies, routes closed, blown from the skies
Barrel bombs bowled along alleys
Enclaved civilians tweet from their graves, farewells from beneath
Rubble, the stones where their homes used to be
Aleppo cries, crumbles, defeated, they see
Tyranny returning, triumphant, burning
Inhabitants gathered, culled, or running for their lives
Out of the city, fleeing as they wouldn't if they had actually been freed
No, this is not what liberation looks like.
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Boris arms the Saudis
They use those arms to kill
He says if we don't arm them
Then other countries will
So when I next see Boris
His nuts will meet my knee
And if I get arrested
Then this will be my plea:
Oh officer, I claim my act
Was for the greater good
And if I hadn't done it
Some other fucker would
Submitted by Janine on
I'll be with you though peaceful options haven't been exhausted
I will be with you crushing life with military forces
I'm with you, George, through desert, storm and flood
I'm with you to the final drop of someone else's blood
Oh George, be sure I have your back, we'll raze the land together
Dear George, know I will be with you whatever
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R.I.P. Jo Cox MP
Crazed loner
Stay-at-homer
Helpline phoner
Hummer and groaner
Window licker
Timebomb ticker
Deranged and estranged
He's a stabber, a shooter
Overly obsessed with his computer
He's nothing to do with us, you see
No link to white supremacy
Not our responsibility
We're pillars of civility
Not killers, no culpability
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RMT member Janine Booth talks to Brussels transport workers after the March 22 terrorist attacks
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Published in Solidarity 397, 9 March 2016
Once the Military Service Act come into force in 1916, men aged 18-41 had to apply to a Military Tribunal if they believed that they had a reason not to be drafted. The majority had health, work or family reasons, but 2% were Conscientious Objectors (COs): men who objected to military service because they objected to war.
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From its declaration of war in 1914, Britain’s ruling class appealed to patriotism to boost its support and its military recruitment. By 1916 both were flagging. On the pages of socialist newspaper The Herald, poets used verse to question both nationalism and the war’s aims. When the government asked men to fight for King and Country, was it shielding its true motives?
