The Power Tripper (Pun intended)

With cavalier insouciance,

he altered our flag,

With sheer defiance,

Like a rampant stag,

When we stood rooted in trance,

He stood proudly to brag,

He called us stupid and drunk,

He was on a power trip,

He did a funk,

His mind flipped,

He's so full of spunk,

He's got a shoulder on his chip;

He changes our laws with impunity;

He twists them to suit his ends,

He changes the equation intractably,

While his puppets amend,

We regress inexorably,

While his sycophants commend,

And now the fuel runs out,

snaking queues wend,

No forex about,

there's nothing to spend,

No water spout,

Darkness without end

Nepotistic promotion,

is now the preferred way,

Wealth accumulation,

is the order of the day,

Exorbitant taxation,

Only increases our dismay!

Enough is indeed enough!

The people cry,

The times are tough,

without reason why,

Whilst we're travelling rough,

he's flying in style;

He's succumbed to hubristic gravity,

And ceased to care,

Ignoring negative publicity,

Heightening despair,

Absolute power carries great responsibility,

Let the wielder beware,

He's an asset stripper,

A freedom clipper,

A poison dripper,

A changeling flipper,

A sneaky slipper,

A Jack the Ripper

Hey man....He's a power tripper!

Rafiq Hajat (4^th August 2011)

Protest Politics and Culture: Live from Airstrip One – Hope you know Newspeak

Protest Politics and Culture: Live from Airstrip One – Hope you know Newspeak

The Season for Treason

There is desperation,
in the ranks of the mighty,
heightened by suspicion,
of allegiances flighty,
a gnawing need for consolidation,
of power held lightly.

A battle was thus waged,
through 'Constructive resignation',
In the courts it raged,
amidst public consternation,
and the Veep was caged,
in a web of humiliation,

Now, there's a new season,
or so I'm told,
for the abandonment of reason,
and violations bold,
through charges of treason,
and arrests manifold.

So, where do we go from here?
what will the future bring?
Do we regress into fear?
or let our hearts sing?
The costs may be dear,
and our resolve may cringe,
But the choices are clear,
The Bells of Freedom Must Ring!!!
Your Voice of Freedom Must Sing!!!

Life's a Bitch

My ripe old age of 54 years,
Says I've been around,
Seen the glint of Mother's tears,
For the child that can't be found,
Felt the hunger and the fear,
Tilling infertile ground,
Offered fervent prayers dear,
Unbalanced mind unsound,

Seen people wither and waste,
In man made starvation,
Watched style and taste,
Amidst dire desperation,
Been frenzied in haste,
For extra sensation,

I look at the various scams,
With horror and shame,
Is it just a sham,
Or part of a game,
Does no-one give a damn
Are we all the same?

Yeah, it's in the stitch,
There's always a pitch,
You gotta watch for the ditch,
You can't scratch every itch,
Shit! Life's a bitch!

Here We Are

Here we are,
Dear Friends,
Here we are,
To analyse trends,
From near and afar,
make amends,
and fill the cookie jar.

We make orotund perorations,
In sumptuous surroundings,
Deliver exhortations,
Noblesse resounding,
Mingle exhalation,
With high hopes abounding.

Dreamy schemes,
Will come to naught,
Poverty is the theme,
And millions are caught,
Papers in reams,
And fees are sought

Make your pitch,
And count the score,
Rich is rich and poor is poor,
One must be rich to not be poor,
There's the hitch,
Now where's the door?

Rafiq Hajat