Poem for Ukraine

 To all my friends in Ukraine
From my heart comes this refrain
I bleed to see your pain
And say you will be free again.

Putin sits in Moscow
Hoping for conquest news
But a Greater Russian Empire
Is not what any would choose

To the fighting folk of Ukraine
With your mobiles and your guns
You're not alone, we stand with you
Until the war is done.

To the world seeing it on TV
Donate money shake the tree
For it rests on you and me
To help Ukraine be free


To all the Russian people
Vladimir doesn't speak for you
Firing rockets at babies
Is not something you would do.

So friends in all countries find your will
To help Ukraine win this war
Do what you can, however you can
To beat tyranny forever more.

Poem: Disabled Generation

Disabled generation

This is a roar from the disabled generation
Hear our frustration, our humiliation
Alienation, abnegation based on hate
They sanction us like we're some rogue state
They frustrate denigrate leave us to vegetate
Because we can't get the chances we need to have a life
We could but they dont let us
They vet us they reject us
Spy cams at Sainsburys stalking us
"You're not disabled" they say when we're seen walking fast
They'd expose us if they could like societies in the past.
Making us doubt calling us out
So listen to me shout
Every human being deserves a shot
This is something these Tories have forgot
Rights won for us in battle by the blood and pain and loss
Of our grandparents, our families, showing Germany who's boss
We carved out a society that cares for those without a leg
So we dont need to suffer and we dont need to beg
Watch it being stolen, we get Brexit in its place
But Brexit won't pay rent it's a fucking disgrace
Shoutout to my brother David Clapson
Did you understand when you were fighting in the sand
That your mother land would misunderstand you, abandon you, strand you,
Shoutout to my sister Jodey Whiting
When your ESA got denied
Did they deliberately decide
Were their eyes open wide
As they drove you to suicide
9 kids orphaned by genocide
Shoutout to my brother Errol Graham
With your shelf of glittering football trophies
"Fit for work" they said - oh please
They brought you to your knees
Without food man atrophies
So many stories like these
Courtesy of the Tories
So remember when you fight to make the world more free
Fight also for them and for me
Fight for liberty
We rise together don't you see
Because at the heart there's a holy trinity
Fight on race, fight on sex and fight on disability.