Category Archives: Poetry to Power Change

The National Health Service

It is at our beginning, and at our end.

It delivers us from suffering and pain.

Reassure us when we’re frail and frightened,

We trust it to make us well again.

 

Staff work long hours for low wages.

Because they are people who care.

They know the importance of kindness,

Of knowledge; experience, of just being there.

 

The N. H. S. is underfunded,

But it mustn’t give up the fight.

It’s the jewel in the crown of our kingdom,

The thing that is just, and good, and right.

 

It’s always there when we need it,

Prioritizing each individual’s health.

We must not allow this service to falter,

Or be stolen by political stealth.

 

So thank you to the nurses,

The doctors, the staff and volunteers

Who make our world a better place

May your legacy continue for many more years.

17:24:31

Remember the London Nail Bomb Attacks?

3 bombs over 3 consecutive April weekends.

Each bomb packed with a thousand nails

Each explosion wounding, maiming…murderous.

 

Its aim was to incite fear and hatred

In Afro-Caribbean, Bangladeshi and LGBT places.

Targeting people just going about their business.

Ordinary, extraordinary people, like you and me.

 

In Brixton, people were shopping,

Thinking about what to cook for dinner.

Popping out, to pick up a paper.

Chatting in the street with a neighbour.

 

In Brick Lane, people were relaxing.

Eating dinner in local restaurants.

Planning their family’s weekend.

Repairing their car.

 

In Soho, people were Celebrating.

Having a drink en route to the Theatre.

Meeting up for the start of the weekend.

Hanging out, in a safe Gay space.

 

We commemorate those unfortunate people

In the wrong place, at the wrong time.

The shocked, injured, wounded, dying.

Who showed great fortitude and courage

 

Those bombs incited acts of individual heroism.

Kindness and generosity between strangers

A public outcry of outrage and horror

Immediate, professional support.

 

Our diverse Communities enrich society

We were not. Are not. Will not ever be

Diminished by hatred and evil

We stand united in our humanity, and love.

WOMEN & AIDS (World Aids Day Vigil 2018)

We are the hands that rocked the cradle,

Administered to the needs of those affected.

Comforted the shocked and confused,

Nursed the sick and dying.

 

Women and AIDS go hand in hand.

 

We were infected by husbands and lovers,

By a half forgotten one night stand.

By a not forgotten rapist.

By people, who didn’t know they had it.

 

Our babies were born with AIDS.

 

Because we had a blood transfusion,

Or were registered hemophiliacs.

Because we were ignorant and careless,

Or junkies, desperate for a fix.

 

Women are 52 percent of those who survived

 

Remember those women who lost their lives

Celebrate those that survive.

The mothers. Sisters. Aunties. Friends,

Who now stand, hand in hand, with the men.