Category Archives: Poem

On the EU referendum

So who’s controlling our borders

If not us?

Isn’t that what UK Border Control is for?

Who’s threatening to disagree

With the right wing’s sand left wing’s right

To flap hollow words into our airspace?

Who’s colonising the Parliament Square womb of colonialism?

Who’s overwriting the electoral system

In indelible ink

Instead of potentially back-pedalling pencil,

Forcing their vote to be counted

Whether it fits the government’s socio-economic formulae

Or not?

Whose currency is undermining the pound,

Fracking this concrete soil

To process British-born gold and silver

Instead of the rest of the world’s?

Who’s answering the prayer

God kill our gracious queen

And her whole family?

Who’s labelling UK a terrorist regime

As an excuse to bomb our civilians,

Set their pet cars to drink our oil banks,

And replace our sovereignty with their Western democracy?

Who’s putting the Prime Minister out of business?

Who has the brains or the balls to answer these questions?


Then who are the asswipes dictating us to

Take back control of our borders?

England is still waiting,

Still waiting to crack from the rift between its leaders and its led,

Still waiting for its veneer of superiority to slip for the last time,

Still waiting for the EU to hold it accountable

For the crimes it metes out to its slaves,

Still waiting to be invaded,



By anyone

Anyone at all

Once and for all.


© One Tawny Stranger, June 2016

PS. If anyone contests the legality of the brexit vote, feel free to sign the petition for a second referendum at:

POEM: Unappreciated

It’s a symptom of Western reductionism.

Strip everything to its parts,

Ignore the whole,

Forget the environment it was ripped from.

Whether dissecting a fruit to its traces of vitamins & minerals

Or a man to his bare genetic frame

Ignore the liquid blue elephant in the room.

Our bodies are 70% made of it,

Earth is 70% covered in it,

There’s enough of it in the air

To coat our planet with an extra inch!

How do we ignore that?

We’re trained like dogs

To mistake its taste for tasteless,

Mistake thirst pangs for hunger,

Mistake its fall from heaven for bad weather,

Mistake its exit from a mother’s womb for broken.

We must de-domesticate ourselves.


Until we’re bursting to pee out the ignorance

We forced our bladders to hold in

‘Cause we thought it was bliss.


Until our pores have to pour out

The years of pollutants we slathered on our skin

‘Cause we were told they fight the signs of aging.


Until your brain is quenched with knowledge

And your spine & joints are saturated with a passion

To drown out the dams that quarantined you from truth.


And when you’ve achieved that

Go for a swim in yourself

So you always remember where to turn

To return to the perfection

You were stripped from.


© One Tawny Stranger, June 2016

POEM: Crossfired Paradise


The fuck?

Are we doing?

Sadists mutilating this world our mother,

Ripping out her luscious gardens of hair

To make way for houses, for roads, weapons bases and battlefields,

Leeching her black-gold blood

To power our cars, our ships, our tanks and fighter jets,

Looting her bones’ mineral deposits

To decorate our ears and fingers and clothes,

Tattooing our shit into her titanic blue skin

Because industries don’t wanna clean up the waste products of their Revolution

Yet we want God to put us in paradise?

Open your bloodclaat eyes! We were already there!

Still would be if we hadn’t done an Emperor Nero,

Declared war on the sea

Then gone 100 steps further: warring on sea, sky, winds,

The whole planet – surface AND core!

God damn it!

Even the heavens aren’t a safe haven for souls anymore,

We’re thinking of living there –

On the moon or another planet or some other foolishness,

Shredding the Earth’s ozone veil apart

Exposing her to the gaze of the Sun as it goes in heat.

Too cowardly to lay in the hell-bed we made,

We flee to a star-studded paradise in the clouds that can’t support our weight,

Calling the old paradise inferior just because it’s beneath our feet,

Wha wrong wid us?

Earth is a prematurely aged rape survivor,

Forced to survive it again and again and again

And she’s not recovering as fast as she used to.

She should have much longer to live

But we voluntarily conscripted ourselves to the war of

Good vs. Evil,

Spent our brainpower renaming it

Man vs. Nature.

But you know what?

Even if we win, it’ll be like King Pyrrhus said:

“One more such victory and I am undone.”



© One Tawny Stranger, May 2016

What does your DNA do for you?

Does DNA chain you to your life?

Every G, T, A, C and U spell out your destiny?

Every double helix entangle you in

Both the web of wrong turns taken by ancestors

And the web you’re not yet bent on weaving?

Or the key to liberation?

A ladder twisting you a path

Out of the snakepit of ancestral wounds?

The genetic alphabet to spell out

How you want your life to read?

You decide.




Poem: Fifty Percent

Photo from, and poem part-inspired, by

Yes I am being a judgmental prick

And I don’t business.

Yes I am trying to offend

And I don’t business.

Yes I will make enemies when I don’t really need to

And I don’t business.

This is CPR to the lungs

Of cold hard lifeless facts,

Shining light on my ears’ visions,

Stringing vocal chords to the windpipes

Of what my eyes scream at me.

Wish it weren’t true




Yes please point out

“You don’t have children.”

Yes please ask

“What right do you have to judge my parenting?”

I could counter by pointing out

I was a child

And I had parents.

What I will do is get to the point:

If you:

  • Let them hear you say “I love you”
  • And “I’m proud of you”,
  • Allow them to play and laugh,
  • Encourage their questions and try to answer,
  • Want them to do better than you
  • In whatever they choose to do,
  • Are willing to teach them about sex
  • Before school, media & porn do,
  • Tell them what they’re doing right as well as wrong,
  • Get involved in their passions & dreams,
  • Make up for when you let them down
  • (Because let’s face it: no-one’s perfect),
  • Teach them how to defend themselves from bullies,
  • Give them a happy childhood
  • So they can have a happy adulthood,

This criticism does not apply.

You are safe.

If you:

  • Blame your newborn daughter for stealing your man,
  • Ignore your crying baby so it can learn independence,
  • Find breastfeeding shameful in public and in private,
  • Had kids just because your parents wanted grandchildren,
  • Or your culture or religion said that’s your duty,
  • Or your friends are having them,
  • Or had them against your will,
  • Disown your kids for not following the god you believe in,
  • Believe they’re born in sin,
  • Believe their genitals need ‘reshaping’,
  • Teach your daughter to shut up and take it,
  • Say a child who was disowned or beaten or raped by a parent
  • Was being difficult or needs to understand the parent’s point of view,
  • Smoke, drink or do drugs during pregnancy,
  • Walk out on them because you didn’t get on with the ex,
  • Think it’s the school’s job to teach them not yours,
  • Think more expensive schools = better education
  • Or money & gifts make up for your absence,
  • Beat your kid for speaking to elders or looking them in the eye,
  • Beat them to toughen them up,
  • Would rescue your baby from a building on fire
  • And leave someone else’s to burn,
  • Have kids with someone of a different background
  • So they don’t look too much like you,
  • Think boys should be dominant and girls dominated,
  • Would terminate a foetus on account of its sex,
  • Let them learn about sex from school, media & porn first,
  • Think your son acts unmanly
  • Or your daughter acts unfeminine,
  • Would kill them to protect your honour,

You are a shit parent.

Yes I am condemning

And I did warn you.

Yes I am naming and shaming

And I did warn you.

Yes I am inviting you to hate the fuck out of me

But before you do that

Check yourselves.

What are you guilty of?

What are you guilty of?

What are you guilty of?


© One Tawny Stranger, May 2016