War and Peace
In times of war and times of peace,
Austerity and plenty;
How can meanings find release
When words themselves are empty?
Post-truth, half-truth, make believe;
Any fool can make an entry
When what is real and what is false
Is no longer elementary.
Fake news designed to aggravate
A cancer riddled media
Replaces our old fourth estate
With stories ever sleazier.
While in the whitest White House yet,
The King of Spin grows fatter,
As all his pawns, steeped deep in debt,
Applaud his latest patter.
And in this warring time of peace,
Now truth has lost its sentry,
The poor suffer what they must
While the rich bask in their plenty.
Here is a link to a short extract from a recent cabaret:
Photo of the Bard by Paul Bullivant
at Bristol Festival of Literature, 2013