Poetry

Soldier F said he only harmed
protesters who held bombs or arms
Soldier F had truths to hide
The soldier lied

Lord Saville said
none of the dead
had posed a threat
but that did not stop Soldier F

When one-and-twenty soldiers shoot
then why no prospect to prosecute
Soldier L or Soldier M
who killed a lad who crawled from them?

Janine's words, Squeeze's music, peformance by I, Doris in support for Women's Aid and its work with victims of domestic violence.

May has a sore throat
See her Noes running the show
And her Ayes dry up

Teen sneaks out for a late-night flick
eighteen-rated, knows the tricks
Make-up makes you older, see - 
facial hair and fake ID

But teenage Ethan -
He sneaks out for a different reason

Teen snuck out to a punk rock gig
armed with safety pins and cigs
Slipped out the back to an all-night rave
Es and whizz and misbehaves

It's our annual meet
to judge how you've conformed
So please take a seat
- how have you performed?

Your targets aren't SMART
and it's really a shame
That you didn't take part
in our team-building game

Your goals are alright
but you soon come a-cropper
You're quite impolite
to our mystery shopper

Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you're a Tory
I'm not snogging you

She has to pull up
as she's overheating
Her engine sputters
the dashboard's beeping

She's burning up and burning out
worn and way past her best
Struggled to get through
her last annual test

She's found it more arduous
as she gets older
She's ground to a halt
on the hard shoulder