Rage for the Light!

RAGE FOR THE LIGHT

Dreams of Orstraya Outback

And towns like Kalgoorlie, Western Australia,

where once gold fever ran molten along the streets and

where now the gold Super Pit operates 24 hours a day

coughing up the ore of dreams, lost hopes and nightmares.

Where men are men,

and women are skimpy barmaids, topless or in transparent lingerie,

or whores tucked away in Hay Street where you can go

And watch the women sitting in brothel windows.

Kalgoorlie – where the wide streets and heritage hotels

Hide the underbelly of this outback gold-mining town:

where a white man can run over and kill an Aboriginal boy

  – Joshua Doughty, 14 –

in a Nissan Navara SUV, because he believed the motorbike

Doughty was riding had been stolen from his home.

A white man gets sentenced to a pathetic three years in jail

by an all-white jury

and may be released just 18 months – 18 measly, pathetic months –

after taking the life of a son, grandson, friend to many,

because he’s got black skin.

That’s what is okay in Kalgoorlie – kill a child because a possession is worth

More than Elijah’s life.

The killer’s not alone in a town notorious for its racism:

A leaflet out the Kalgoorlie train station reads in large, red writing:

“If a thief was to steal my motorbike, I would run him down with my Nissan Navara”.

It then added “cull a thief day, justice is served”.

In this town swirling with the wealth of gold dust, a possession is worth more

Than a child’s life.

A black child’s life, that is.

Goddamn it, that child had the right to a life – to live, to laugh, to play,

To sing, to dance, to have a future, to be loved by his family.

Not to be crushed under an SUV for the sake of a thing, a possession.

Because when possessions outweigh human life

– a black kid’s life –

A society is sick, rancid and heartless.

Remember Joshua  Doughty!

A pox on racism. A pox on racists.

Rage against the darkness of hate.

Rage for the light of tolerance and love of humanity,

For a better, kinder, loving world.

The Starship of Love

 

THE STARSHIP OF LOVE

1. UK

Parliament House scaffolding

In Westminster. Erected fast and efficiently.

Plenty of money and action for politicians’ halls

to  be prettified.

Grenfell Tower – Blackened, ruined shell

Stretching silent, black agony to the skies.

Nothing done.

Victims? Where? No voice for the blackened bones

contorted in agony, clutching phones transmitting love to

family, loved ones, friends as death approached.

Forgotten. Airbrushed to invisibility.

Live victims/survivorsf – shadows in the cupboards.

Shame hidden under silence.

Not in our names.

Time to shine our light:

We are One World. One Family. One Starship of Love

2. America

Dead schoolchildren, teachers shot to pieces,

Money for more guns, none for teachers or

Families shredded by monstrous murders.

Brave survivors betrayed by blood-soaked

Political leaders dancing in the millions of dollars

Donated by the murderous National Rifle Association.

Not in our names.

Time to shine our Light:

We are One World. One Family. One Starship of Love.

3. The World

Suicide bombers in Iraq, Afghanistan and other countries.

US drones dropping murder from a distance.

Tortured bodies – babies, children, parents, sisters, brothers,

Aunts, uncles, grandparents: laid out in rows in Syria from the bombs

Of Russia, the US, Turkey, Assad.

Gaza – Palestinian families, starving, water denied, bombs from screaming jets

Funded for Israel by the US armaments machine.

Black men lined up in slave markets in Libya, silent,

Terrified, dreams of freedom shredded.

Not in our Names.

Shine our Light:

We are one world. One family. One Starship of Love.

4. The Flight of The Starship of Love

Not in the name of us lovers: we care, we are not separate.

We dream of our brothers and sisters,

Of humanity united, standing together,

Woven together by the starry web spun by the galactic forces,

dropping like gossamer clouds to imbue us with oneness.

We are not the separate, selfish parts of a fractured world.

We who love, who care, who see ourselves as part of the star song of

Our united humanity,

baby boomers, generation X, millenials

we stand together/united as we

link arms, hearts, souls

To build the Starship of Love,

Hearts enfolding each other into a great march of humanity,

Building long tables of resistance, compassion, love,

equality, tolerance, open arms,

solidarity,

Rising up!

Shining our Light!

WE WILL BE INVINCIBLE!

What a Wonderful World!

I look around the internet and see so much creativity bursting forth, the path to a new world where all people can live up to their potential and where an individual’s talents are recognised and honoured, whatever they are.
We are in a great transition from the industrial revolution to the creative revolution, building a whole new, compassionate, loving, tolerant society.

 

Another world is not only possible,
she is on her way.
On a quiet day,
I can hear her breathing

– Arundhati Roy

The Resistance: Justice Rising

I’m an optimist, always have been, always will be. So I see the large numbers in the States marching and organising against fascism as a brilliant development, confirming my faith in the goodness of the majority of people in the United States.

Similarly I see the rise of Jeremy Corbyn in the UK as a sign that people are organising for social justice, peace and decent wages and working conditions, and an end to the class warfare of the Tories under the euphemism of “austerity”.

And just this past week I’ve seen reports of how the progressive government in Portugal in 2016, according to figures released on March 24th, cut the budget deficit by more than half to just under 2.1% of GDP (see chart), the lowest since Portugal’s transition to democracy in 1974. The administration restored state pensions, wages and working hours to pre-bail-out levels, and also brought the deficit well under the 2.5% target set for it by the European Union.

So there are lights on the horizon even though negative news about Trump fills a lot of newspaper, TV and radio space. The trick is not to focus on the negative but instead on the positive.  It’s how we’ll survive these challenging times!

 

 

 

In Honour of Heather Heyer, Charlottesville

So much has been written about events in Charlottesville that anything by me would be now superfluous.

Instead, I’ve created this artwork to honour Heather Heyer, who was murdered by a white supremacist who drove his car into anti-fascist demonstrators in Charlottesville. Heather fought for decency, kindness and against injustice.

The eagle in flight represents her courage and steadfastness in standing on the side of the people and the injustices suffered in the community. The rays of light reflect the heritage she has bequeathed of compassion, courage and ongoing struggle and organisation for justice, equality, respect and against the forces of racism and white supremacy.

The bright colours top and bottom reflect the forces of positivity, optimism and determination to fight for a society where people are respected and honoured regardless of their colour, race, sexuality or religion.

We stand in hope because we will not allow the forces of evil and hatred to thrive, we will pull them out by their roots and in their place plant hope, love, kindness and tolerance.

Earth Guardians

This is another image incorporating standing stones – I have the feeling that they are activating around the world, sending energy through ley lines, to offer love and support for defence of Planet Earth and for humanity’s journey from a society based on mega-profit for the few to one of peace, co-operation, compassion, respect for all regardless of income, and good health, educational, welfare and housing services. As the possibility develops of working less hours, the opportunities open to feed and nurture people’s creativity and collective organisation on a scale never seen in history.

I live in hope!