Baghdad Slaughter

By Alvin Culzac

The ancient curse of Mesopotamia
Still lingers to this very day
It has buried itself deep
Into the consciousness of Mankind
Now living on a World of the lost
This is the inheritance bequeathed
That was once a heritage
Now, a cursed price to pay
Rulers of the World 
Seem destined to be Despotic
Slaughterers far beyond the Realm
Their greed as deep as the Euphrates River
Their souls as arid as the sand.

Strangers regularly descend 
Like locusts from hell
To destroy all before them
Whilst pretending of course
To be delivering a noble cause
Mesopotamia has seen it all before
Nothing is new under the sun
One fact however is beyond dispute
This is the birthplace of Civilisation 
Here was sited the Garden of Eden 
Methinks, it’s all thus in vain
Searching for Mecca in Riyadh 
For the World is irretrievably doomed
Because; there is no love in Baghdad.


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Are you blinded by science?

By Alvin Culzac

People of the World
Are you blinded by science?
Can you all not see?
That we are now overrun
With mad Scientists out to make history
Many a vile deed have been done
In the name of history
Mad dictators will slaughter
And maim the innocents
In the name of greed and history
Religious bigots will foster
Intolerance, death and destruction
In the name of history
Crazed power-mad Presidents
Trying to win elections
Will carpet-bomb your ass for certainty
And behind all this Genocide
Homicide and Infanticide 
Are the crazy Scientists
Beavering away diligently.

They will gladly slit you from head to toe
And insert strange devices
Into places you don’t know
They will say that it’s all
In the name of progress
And that you should keep pace
But before you die
They would like to transplant your face
They will clone your wombs
They will clone your seeds
And when you’re not looking
They will clone your babies
Their platitudes will sound rather hollow
When you discover from them
That your life will end precisely at noon tomorrow
And as they try to genetically modify all living things
They want you to show some bloody gratitude, OK?
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This Perfect Place
By Antony May

Warm sun kissed sand
Welcomes my weary body
Cool gentle breeze
Kisses my tired face
Puffy clouded skies
Provide me with company
Alone here am I, in this perfect place.

Tiny scampering creatures
Seashells and seaweed
The greenness of the long grass
My shelter if in need
Humanity now far distant
To here I have escaped
Alone here I find myself, in this perfect place.

Antony May (03/06/06) On Linicate beach, Isle of Benbecula.
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Whole Lotta Love (How's About That Then)
By Antony May

Now then, now then, now then
Top Of The Pops is dead
Poor old Jimmy Saville
Off to a nursing home instead.

Now then, now then, now then
The Beeb have pulled the plug
Another British institution
Swept under the national rug.

OOOhh, OOOhh, OOOhh,
Jimmy's cigar shall wag no more
Naughties teenage viewers
Don't watch 'auntie' anymore.

OOOhh, OOOhh, OOOhh
I'm feeling very sad
Cos I used to love the programme
When I was a lad.

No more Guns N Roses
No more Rolling Stones
No more aged fathers
Watching Legs and Co.

No more David Bowie
Or Bolan on the box
No more of Robbie's Angels
Boy Georges awful frocks.

What became of Visage
Do you remember Agadoo
Faceless 90's music
Was even featured too.

Five decades of pop culture
Have been depicted on T.V
To lose Top Of The Pops I say
Is a tragedy.

Antony May (31/07/06)
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Political Correctness
By Antony May

No time for me to do what's needed
He frustratedly waved his arms and pleaded
When can I do what I actually want?
Instead of what is demanded.

When you retire came back the answer
Accompanied by stifled laughter
Work on until your 70
But that won't leave much time for me!

Well that's the way that life is
Said Tony Blair sipping his Bucks Fizz
I'll send some flowers for your grave
He smiled and left with a casual wave.

Should I turn to a life of crime?
I contemplated in my mind
So I put in place my plan of action...
Honorable member for South Clacton!
Antony May (20/10/04)
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Living In Fear
By Antony May

Blissfully oblivious they continue
From birth toward death with a smile
Everyday thoughts of Eastenders
Big Brother, X factor, Pop Idol
Money, the lottery, conversation
A drink down the pub with the lads
Sven Goran Ericksson's formation
News on the latest poll tax
Never do they see death approaching
Galloping from a canter through time
Wearing the mask that is innocence
They die with a smile every time
But what happens to us that have no mask
We that can see oh so clear
The terror before us called the future
How can we make fear disappear?

Antony May 28/10/05
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The Grave Of My Love
By Antony May

I tend to the grave of "our" love
Initials scratched below and above
A small pile of stones
Signify for us what could have been

This is my special place
It is where I come to think only of you
To reminisce about what could have been
What should have been…

I cry here
I smile here
I have no shame here
I am alone here

Obsessive behavior?
Certainly without doubt!
No sign of reality is ever allowed here
For here all but you are shut out, excluded

My tears fall silently to the ground
 As once again I purge myself of the pain
"Watering" this grave of "our" love
Ultimately stillborn

I remember you here
I talk to you here
Here at this grave of "our" love
Initial below…
And above.