You've Blown it Labour

You’ve Blown it Labour

You took a massive beating in 2010
And it looks like it will happen again
You’ve lost the plot, you stupid twats
Enclosed in your bubble, a fairies nest...
The unreal world of technocrats ....

It was Tory Blair who destroyed our faith
In all things socialist that we once embraced
Plus Brown and Mandelson, lying cow sons
Like Machiavellian wizards created the hated PFI
That sold the welfare state belonging to you and I...

Hoodwinking our unions with” jam tomorrow”
As they ploughed in millions, for lies so hollow
Union leaders gave pots of OUR money away
So Ermine robes would grace their backs
As in the House of Lords they finally sat....

You’ve blown it Labour with the working class
As you talk and babble of the upper middle ones
We are told to bend down and kiss their arse
Labour is stone like dead and must be revived
The Miliband millionaires in front row seats
Will lead OUR party into certain defeat
A working class hero is what OUR party we needs
  REAL working socialists for the party to succeed...

Old fashioned socialist and not multimillionaires
Must take over labour for the working class
Just as they did in Nye Bevan’s days
When nationalisation of everything
Gave us workers the socialist dream....

So pack your bags, you must go
For we are sick and tired
Of Ed Miliband’s one man show..

You’ve Blown it Ed..now just piss off
And go...

 Peter the Radical Poet...

The Curse of Thorns

The Curse of Thorns

 

The crown of thorns that

 Crowns his saintly head

Thrust on tight so much

 Pain and blood is shed.

 

 Pinned to a cross by feet

 And hands by rusting nails

Skin, flesh and bone.”Mercy”

The crowd do cry, to no avail.

 

Left to die on that wooden cross

For sins of human kind, long forgot

Father, he cries, they no not what they do

But his father God almighty

 Curses all of you.

 

You murdered his child, his only Son

And is making you pay

Each and every one.

 

A pox on your souls till the end of time

With wars and famine and mothers

 Who weep for Sons who are butchered

By sick human freaks....

 

So it is said, so it is done

 

Peter Wicks 

A Daughter is a Daughter

     A daughter is a daughter

 

You have a child

In your early years

With your eyes

Wide open

You fail to see

Your children grow

Up into maturity

A daughter is yours

For all of your life

Even after marriage

As a young mans wife

But a son is a son

In his formative years

A legacy for you of

Heart-break and tears

He marries one day

The girl of his dreams

But the girl that he weds

Is not all that she seems

Possessive and jealous

Of his own mum and dad

 

Of the love that they gave

When he was a lad

So that adage is true

Of the wise men of old

“A daughter”

“Is a daughter”

“For all of her life”

“A son is a son”

Till he takes a wife”

 

Peter, the one who has the T-shirt

The Dawn of Armageddon

 

Sleep walking nightmare

But this one is true

No snow on the ice cap

The melt is down to you.

 

Earthquakes devastate China

Bursting man made dams

Flooding the whole of Asia

Typhoons drowning man.

 

Tidal waves from Noah

The Ark of biblical times

Waters from the oceans

Left it on a mountain side.

 

Searing heat of desert sands

That swiftly turns to glass

Molten sand of half the world

Evaporates everything in its path.

 

Fire storms in Russia blaze across

The land, killing many thousands

In this red hot baking land.

 

Trees have gone, long ago

Spontaneous combustion

See how brightly we will glow.

 

Dust bowls creating havoc

Across American lands

As harvests of essential wheat

Is destroyed where it stands.

 

Along with fish in boiling seas

Not a single life form will survive

The Dawn of Armageddon

Is just about to arrive.

 

Peter Wicks 2008

 

Nostradamus Pete !!!!

 

650 reasons for a revolution

650 reasons for a revolution 

Never in my 76 year on this god forsaken Earth have

I witnessed  a government turn on its own people so

brutally  and never have I witnessed the callousness

and single minded pursuit of driving a group of British

working class people to the doors of a Victorian work

houses. 

The script for this three year horror story of persecution

and deprivation of this group of hard working family's

could have been written by Paul Joseph Goebbels who was a

German politician and Reich Minister of Propaganda in

Nazi Germany from 1933 to 1945, as one of Adolf Hitler's

closest friends. 

The hated Coalition government of Conservative and Liberal

Democratic MP’s will go down in the annuals of British history

as one of infamy and sheer hatred of a group of British citizens

that in our recent history, has never been seen in living memory. 

The words of lying,cheating two faced underhanded cretins is a mild

description of what was called the Tory party some years ago and

a new title that emulated from the dictators of South America now

hangs around the necks of most  ConDem MP’s and the word Junta

fits them well, but unlike the military juntas of South America this junta

has used the right wing media such a newspapers,the BBC and the

Royal family to wage war on the working class of Britain. 

The Labour Party is just as guilty of lack of support for their core

supporters and for three long years Miliband contemplated his navel

and said nothing as the ConDems hacked the working class to pieces in

 a orgy of destruction of the welfare state that even Himmler would be

proud of and one speech that promises “Jam tomorrow” in regards to

energy bills does not make a real socialist . 

There are 650 reasons why the mass of the British people must rise up

in revolution and the reason is the calibre and honesty of our members

of Parliament, none bar a few live up to the yard stick of a 1945

politician, because most of today's intake should have their hands

 chopped off for stealing money  from the public purse dressed in the

guise of “expenses”. 

Injustice is rife at the bottom of the pile and the working class are being

used by the “Houses of Crime and Corruption” as the sacrificial lambs,

that are  paying for the misdeeds of the City of London and the vile

 cooks and  robbers who stalk these tall buildings of the Gods

of Gold and Oil. 

This junta must go and go quickly to save whats left of their dignity and

morality and most of all to stop unnecessary  bloodshed that was

witnessed in the “Poll Tax” riots in the days of another Tory fascist

called  Thatcher, but this time the whole nation will rise up and demand

that they go and if the Queen quibble’s  over royal protocol, then let her

be the last one to sit  in judgement of the masses as we vote for a

Republic of the British Homelands and the House of Windsor can

vanish into the realms of history.

 

Peter Wicks....

Urgent message for you all, please read and circulate

This Government passed a bill called the Health and Social Care Act 2012 (HSCIC). This in essence is the precursor for the privatization of our NHS .In this act it is required that ALL your medical records are given to other bodies outside of your local GP surgery, this includes private health care companies, insurance companies and in fact your whole life history will be public knowledge. But the Data Protection Act is this Governments stumbling block which requires YOU to give this government the right and permission to use your medical records for third party use. Your local GP will be sending you a letter asking your permission to either give this junta the right to have your medical records or say no to the request. I have received my letter asking me for permission to have my medical records given to a third party and you have two choices. (1) You say no to this request and you want your medical records to stay with your GP, or(2) You are willing to let a Third Party have all your personal medical information I said NO and when your letters come I hope you all will say NO and this way we can stop these evil people in their tracks and save our NHS....

 

Please cut and paste this to everyone you know, don't let them get away with this 

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