Stefan Splawinski Poems

disciples of john barleycorn
appreciators of malt and hop
consume a yard or more of ale
then i challenge you to stop
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living in a bright caravan
gipsy family of old stock
shawled women selling pegs
carved from a wooden block
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agent for the worlds endeavours
london cavity of wealth creation
in shadow of threadneedle street
testimony to a commercial nation
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leafy suburb near sacred turf
turtles aplenty in local lake
gentrified homes in old style
crafty developers on the make
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dry and flat west indian isle
dutch chocolate box town clock
famous swinging harbour bridge
with large oil industry dock
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are we responsible for all ills
of a shruken world at our feet
famine and mayhem have expanded
expectations are hard to meet
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mantras of mere hate
debasement of thought
words without meaning
things you were taught
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materialisms final flourish
living on those past gains
capitalism without capital
brawn giving way to brains
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sound of a far away rhythm
humankind reverts to form
echo of a distant tribalism
contrary to the usual norm
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twilight of the evil empires
marx vanished without trace
festival of the beancounters
world reduced to marketplace
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