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A Poem For Easter
Jesus, said Jesus, awake on the cross
What d’you have to go and summon Satan for?
I’m supposed to sleep in for a couple of days
But now there’s all this chaos and war
And he’s everywhere, TV and radio
Right across the social media shitshow
Wherever your midnight doom scrolling might go
With a bunch of leering demons in tow
Wait, you expected hellfire and brimstone
With a laptop and a mobile phone?
C’mon, horns and hooves are a bit mediaeval
These days he manifests as real estate evil
With a raging, rambling, boiling sea of lies
And an infernal wardrobe full of red ties
Every time he smiles a Gazan baby dies
And he has nothing but greed in his eyes
Jesus, said Jesus, awake on the cross
You let out death, famine, conquest and war
You say you’re Christians, but you don’t care for the poor
What d’you have to go and summon Satan for?
The Pumpkin Dance
Hold your fists eye high
Wave bye-bye
Bombers in the sky
Do the pumpkin guy
Sway your hips
In the pumpkin stance
Don’t give a shit
Do the pumpkin dance
Now who’s looking at the Epstein files?
Now who’s talking ‘bout Palestine?
Now who’s buying Vladimir’s oil?
Now whose regime needs to change?
Fe-fi-fo-Trump
Raises his fists up to his eyes
Waves them slowly side to side
Waves them like a fist goodbye
To children where his bombers fly
A pumpkin he, made rotting flesh
Dancing ‘til there’s nothing left
His awful orange swaying heft
Of simple principle bereft
An ogre’s dance in tracer light
An ogre’s sleight, an ogre’s spite
An ogre’s drooling appetite
The ogre set the world alight
Billionaires And Paedophiles
Just for a moment we were shocked
A light shone on the filthy rot
Those Epstein files had the lot
Then off we all jolly well popped
Billionaires and paedophiles
Mandy’s smirk and Andy’s smile
Donny there the whole while
Billionaires and paedophiles
Like the clock had stopped then boom
Warfare filled the room
He’d only gone and done it, damn
The pumpkin had bombed Iran
Billionaires and paedophiles
AI guided missiles
They had the lot, those Epstein files
Billionaires and paedophiles
Pumpkin Trump and his mate Benny
Watching war like it was telly
A girls’ school bombed, but what the hey
Democracy is on its way
Billionaires and paedophiles
Robot misguided missiles
They had the lot, those Epstein files
Billionaires and paedophiles
As shit as Chat GPT
Rubbish dressed as certainty
Facts are not the currency
Of the crypto-bro insurgency
Billionaires and paedophiles
Children pulverised and devils smile
They had the lot, those Epstein files
Billionaires and paedophiles
Cheap gas at the pump wins votes
Now the cost of living’s going up like smoke
Cos the what is it good for
Evading the law
Has gone to war
Siccing Maven and Claude
On kids, surprise
The chat bot decides who lives and dies
The ignoble prize
Distraction maybe
Willy waving
And hey there’s Tony
Who’d have thought it
If there’s a war he sought it
If there’s a crime he brought it
A dollar he caught it
And it’s
No signal just noise
From the crypto boys
The bros just chose
The general’s clothes
Why get exposed
When it’s a game
Where profits, rape and bombs
Are all the same
Billionaires and paedophiles
Billionaires and paedophiles
Billionaires and paedophiles
Billionaires and paedophiles
A Clip Round The Ear
The first one got him in the ear, I hear
The second one a hole away, never got near
The third, the wrong house when he threw his hat in
What price, US, a decent assassin
In a country that shoots fifty thousand a year
And the best they can do is a clip round the ear
I Ain’t Mad At You
“That’s fine, dude
I ain’t mad at you”
So he thought he’d treat her to
A bullet or two
Maybe the third one killed her
When they denied her medical help
On the day the USA
Turned the gun on itself
They pepper sprayed him
But it wasn’t enough
For trigger happy agents
High on acting tough
His last words “Are you okay”
To the woman that he helped
On the day the USA
Turned the gun on itself
Smart uniforms, microphones
And blatant lies
Middle class protesters
Threatened agent’s lives
The world watched in horror
At what could’ve been themselves
On the day the USA
Turned the gun on itself
When the price you pay for freedom
Is a classroom of dead children
Your second amendment rights
Viewed through iron sights
The way you see yourself
On the day the USA
Turned the gun on itself
On the day the USA
Turned the gun on itself
Bored Of Peace
He’s a gangster, he’s a liar
Won’t even tell the truth about his height and his weight
He’s a rapist, he’s a grifter
He’s President of the United States
He was the first one to bomb Iran
He’s got masked agents roaming the streets
No-one’s safe from a Trump firearm
He’s got all the guns and now he’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s got a bible, he didn’t read it
He says god wants him to lead the Race
You had your warning, you didn’t heed it
Now he’s President of the United States
He’s a colonist, he’s a sinner
Gonna carve up Gaza piece by piece
He’s got a medal but he’s no prize-winner
He’s got all the guns and now he’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’ll buy you off or just invade ya
He profits from the chaos he creates
Greenland or Venezuela
He’s President of the United States
Rubio, Witkoff, Kushner, Blair
The worst reputations in the middle east
An open invitation to the billionaire
He’s got all the guns and he’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
He’s bored of peace
When your silence is compliance
Raise your voice
When your silence is compliance
Raise your voice
Raise your voice
When your silence is compliance
Raise your voice
When your silence is compliance
Raise your voice
Raise your voice
When your silence is compliance
Raise your voice
When your silence is compliance
Raise your voice
Minneapolis
A poet’s words heard for the first time
Are like something you already knew
A poet should say what needs to be said
A poet should speak it true
A poet should say what you need to hear
And you know she was a poet too
Minneapolis was yet another outrage
But this time she looked like you
Rest In Power, Renee Nicole Good
Invading Venezuela
Regime change, like a nappy never pleasant
Happy New Year from the 47th President
Kidnapped in your PJ’s with your missus in tow
No warm welcome in Mar-a-Lago
It’s all helicopters and prison fatigues
Who’d have what Donny wants in times like these
He’s swapping blood for oil in a murderous coup
Only the blood is yours and the oil is too
Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills
Colombia, Mexico, where is he next to go
Greenland better understand he ain’t afraid of NATO
Afraid of NATO, use your brain
You lot shit the bed when they invaded Ukraine
Yeah, Russia is smilin’, China is smilin’
The dictator roundabout is doing just fine, it’s
A blood for oil swap in a murderous coup
Except the blood is yours and the oil is too
Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills
Meanwhile in Florida, The Donald’s all smiles
‘Cause no one’s looking at the Epstein files
Feeding the media different trials
Just gotta fly the convict in 2000 miles
But MAGA’s gonna need a big fentanyl high
If they wanna keep turning a MAGA blind eye
He’s swapping blood for oil in a murderous coup
Only the blood is yours and the oil is too
Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills
Donroe doctrine, don’t care who’s watching
300 billion barrels and Chevron just clocked in
Exxon and Halliburton shares just locked in
All time high on the Dow Jones dropped in
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay your investor
Your oil company and military directors
He’s swapping blood for oil in a murderous coup
Only the blood is yours and the oil is too
Invading Venezuela, it’s gonna pay ya
Invading Venezuela’s gonna pay the bills
Steve White & The Protest Family 