Spoken Word in Stockholm
On Sunday I premiered a piece of Spoken Word poetry, at a demonstration here in Stockholm, organised by Skiftet and Make Equal .. The demonstration was against racist and nazi organisations. The text I wrote and performed is as follows;
(photo by Micke Seid)
Night falls
Sun rises and repeat
Did You see the full moon earlier this week?
So low huge and fat couldn’t help but stare back
We have
So
Much
Beauty
Simplicity
even in this world of dubious democracies..
Where a minority march proud
Bearing arms of swas_tikas
Show their fear through.. Wait
Wait
No ignorance here
Just a well-played moment in the
business of politics
Because it’s always well-meant (no matter how bent)
From one or one’s subjective stance
It’s a misguided attempt
In achieving Utopia’s (non)existence
How did we get here (again)
we ask
Lets take a step back
From the hate-mongering didact of Trump,,,
Lets re-cap
Take a step back and look
At the business of politics since the 2nd world war
They sell us and buy us
The politicians, us the voters, but it’s business..
An attempt to divide us
Re-cap to war torn Europe, starving post Hitler
To American food aid and May ‘47 through 1948
To Marshall US
Secretary of State
Who among others in public made clear
That to receive US aid Europe must
bend the knee,
Must prevent open competition in any election
Where Labour or Left had any chance of coalition
What the US called communism…
The AFL (American Federation of Labour)
Installing itself an interesting chapter in Europe’s elections
They Squashed and they split every Labour movement
With fear and with violence
Post Hitler we stood no chance in face of this tactic
Even a baby CIA had it’s pride,
In Reconstituting the Mafia and why?
To reopen the trade route of heroin through Europe,
ah but that’s another discussion, another rhyme,
another time..
Lets get back to now
The situation is this
It’s not about me
Or you
Or them or us
Because the business of politics is here to divide us
They buy us and sell us
It’s the same select few
And really, nothing new
They sit and they squat on their bidets of old
Arching and squeezing constipated with gold
They covet their wealth this 1% of us
To remain rich remain rich
All they wish us is dust
We are pitted like cockerels
Tempers rising and flaring
Just look at the news,
How they feed every predjuidice
We are not unaware that this matching is orchestrated
Although we worry some are... and that keeps us distracted
While the business of politics fiddle us dry
From our food and our time,
our hospitals, our resources,
the oil and the diamonds
the coffee, the flesh-trade and and and…
But
Who owns the newspapers that feed us with hate
That support this nonsense of difference of race?
the tv the media …
Who owns them
Who buys and sells arms
who pushes wars of nuclear size
...
(and who dies)
….
It’s the old colonial rule
Divide them and conquer
It’s not a question of race
so pass the word on
That the reason we face a rising of racists
Is not a question of fear or anything else
but of buying and selling
From a newspaper it’s with ease we’d read
That even the trees pose a threat to democracy
Thats of course Nonsense we know
But at times alone there is fear
So lets have a chat about the history of fear
and the business of politics lets do it right here
Because as David Hume wrote
200 years ago now
"power is in the hands of the governed,"
Thats us my friends lets stand together and bring racism to an end.
Because humanity is not for sale.
