The Revolution Will Not Be Minimised

The Revolution Will Not Be Minimised

Political awareness is power, although it may feel like despair, in a world so diabolically unfair. How I yearn for society built on sharing, creating a viable space, where flesh does not burn in the face of authority, felled from the towers of grace. This shower of shit has gone on for so long, the flavour of fascism far too strong, flowers cut down before they can grow. We know now how this could all end. Send this message out loud and clear. Time to wake to our role in the biosphere. To those shaken with fear, misdirected with tricks, by the blinding incendiary politics: the true threat is here in front of your eyes, in the far right position of capitalist lies, invested in fuelling the radicalised, and intending to demonise all opposition. While jailed are the firemen, for saving the lives of migrants on boats. And devoted protectors of water supplies, defending the land against oil pipe invasion, remind us it’s not yet too late for salvation.

Don’t drain the remains of your personal power in hopeless and desperate fatalism, bent under the weight of the Tory State, that betrayed every one of us and our children. In infatuation with the elite, they expect us to grovel at their feet, as the poor must contend with damp mouldy hovels, on short-term rents at extortionate rates, owned by their mates who donate to the party, dispensing denial from lives of luxury, served on a plate, all shored up with the greatest entitlement sense. This is no time to sit on the fence. We must act in defence of the future, refusing to bow to abusers of privilege, call out their idolisation of greed, unseating the rich list, this twisted perspective which feeds on self-doubt and objectification. Resist this invective and plant a new seed, every sprout is a worthwhile part of the solution, a statement of freedom and proud contribution, a gift from the heart for the earth’s restoration.

©️Janey Colbourne 2019


This Is Capitalism—a poem to challenge the current system

This is actually a rewrite of a poem I wrote a couple of years ago, which before that, started as lyrics to a track I wrote, all of the same name. It’s a very different poem now, but still with the same message.

This Is Capitalism

We live in a society of sanitized brutality.
Austerity increasing exponential wealth disparity, despairing for community.
Who has put a price on life to ration out a tiny slice,
and grip us in their vice, disguised as moral order righteousness?
Pretenders to the throne, to throw us only scraps and bones.
The corporations profit all by raised invoice and taxes slashed,
as progress of humanity is measured just in cash.
A contrivance of a dazzling array of pointless choice
ensures compliance with the profiteering class.
Manufacturing a mockery of individuality, sedating our autonomy
with finely graded options from a limited new batch.

Advertisements instil in us the meaning of our lives,
fulfilled in mass assembly lines, devised for obsolescence,
obscenely endless streams of products selling empty dreams,
sold to the masses by these liars,
with poverty of meaning and enslavement to desire.
They blind our eyes to capitalize, infantilised identities, defining our reality,
encouraging self hate, to forge more unmet needs imaginary, breeding insecurity.
Lifestyle-focused bogus mantras tightly seal our fate, with tactical semantics,
branded as consumers in this land of plastic bait.

Where money is religion.
This is capitalism.
This is a prison.

Step up courageously,
break free from this insanity
because you are divinity.
Awaken creativity,
find your originality,
define your own reality.

©️Janey Colbourne 2019


We Are All Human. A poem for International Women’s Day 2019

To all the men who call us ‘man haters’ when we stand up for equality, who smugly shine their gaslight upon us, abusively mocking us, telling us to sit down and shut up, whilst so kindly reminding us we are all human.

We Are All Human

A divisive mindset, incites hate,
sets complaint, declaims our solidarity
with the marginalised society is, ironically, divisive.
Is it not ok to specialise in supporting women
or people of colour, disabled, queers or refugees?
The divisive mindset sees this as a threat, insists
we cannot target our support, though you can target your attack,
brazenly, in disregard for disenfranchised humans.
Simultaneously you chant your gaslit spin,
your empty bullshit, framed, reframed,
this disingenuous refrain,

‘We are all human.’

You don’t say?

Where is your human decency when you fear that recognition
of humanity in others will jeopardise your own?
It sure as hell wasn’t us that stole your empathy.
It seems you believe your status rests on stamping down of other souls.
When she holds the mirror to your face, you cry out,
‘This erodes my rights,’ till meaning is debased.
Would you ever dare to open up your stilted heart?

When the ground that you have stood upon is rising up to meet you,
I’m not sorry for objecting that you’re standing on my face. Now step aside.
How dare you state equality and freedom is an act of hate,
in arrogance, equate such brave resistance to oppression
with your violence of privilege and domination.
Still, relentlessly, we rise. And you shall not divide us.

©️Janey Colbourne #IWD2019

You may have noticed, in the last line of the poem, my reference in tribute to Maya Angelou’s poem ‘Still I Rise’
Click here to read ‘Still I Rise’ by Maya Angelou

Read The Independent article on rape charity target of racist abuse for supporting BAME victims

My related articles:
Why We Need International Women’s Day #IWD2018
On International Whataboutery Day

Friendzoned. A poem.

Friendzoned (by my beloved)

I think I’ve been friendzoned.
It’s a bit unclear.
I was expecting her round here
a couple of days ago.
She’s usually in my knickers by now
but, no show.
I can still feel her vibe,
like she can’t quite walk away.
She might still turn up,
you never know.
I wish she would say, one way or another,
instead of this limbo.

It’s taken me by surprise
how much I’m going to miss her
lush crimson, cheeky kisses
inside my thighs,
and her gushing bedtime crisis outbursts.
I’m feeling a little bereft.
Has she left for good?
We had a love that was bound in blood.
We rowed a lot when we were young. She hurt me so much,
then we had a few breakthroughs, and
as we grew older we learned to get along.
We had a mutual understanding I felt.

Her behaviour’s been erratic lately.
She’s either late for a date, never arrives,
or she’s bleeding well with me all the time.
She probably meant to let me down gently,
as each month she’s been quietly ebbing away,
like she can’t make her mind up yet,
while I wake at nights drenched in sweat.
She’s kinda kept in touch,
making half-hearted calls
with awkward pauses,
because she just can’t say it out loud.
It all feels so strange, I must admit;
perhaps it is time for a change.
I think I’ve been friendzoned.
Deep down I knew it in my bones.
I need to face the situation.
I can see it coming.
Is this the break up
with my beloved menstruation?

©️Janey Colbourne 2019

On International Whataboutery Day

So, it’s that time of year again. International Women’s Day, when across the world, we are reminded of the important question—but what about men?

Only those with a divisive mindset see focusing on the wellbeing of specific (often marginalized) groups as divisive. Their complaints, that it is divisive, are intended to cause division and silence the specific group, under the guise of disingenuously claiming ‘we are all human’. It has a similar tone to ‘I don’t see colour’, a denial of oppression and privilege and actually designed to maintain that status quo.

Yes we are all human. We are also diverse, and to acknowledge that is life affirming and connecting, not divisive. Ironically, the denial of diversity, and insistence we are all treated the same, fails to treat us all as human. We have varied needs, and we have suffered varied levels of challenge and disadvantage. Only the dominant majority, who are privileged in society, have the luxury to insist on not targeting specific groups for support. See the Tommy Robinson campaign against specifically targeted support for women of colour experiencing domestic abuse. Or the tirade of abuse and whataboutery feminists receive for standing against sexual and domestic violence. Targeting a group for support does not mean the support is exclusive, just that those offering support, or campaigning for better rights, or doing research, have seen a need and wish to fulfil that. Spread your goals too wide and you may fail to help those in need. For example, standing up against the rape and domestic abuse of women does not mean we don’t care about the rape and domestic abuse of men, or that support is not needed for them. There are commonalities and we should unite against all forms of violence, but when it comes to research and support, those groups may have some different needs to achieve the same goals. We don’t give identical treatment to everyone in life, we give what’s needed.

Equal treatment does not equate with equality.

We don’t attack gynaecologists for not treating men’s sexual health. They have a speciality, which means they can give the most expert treatment. It’s ok to specialise. Pretending it isn’t when it comes to campaigning for women’s right to freedom from violence is simply a form of gaslighting, intended to look as if the complainant is protesting for equal rights, when in truth they want to silence us in order to prevent equal rights. I don’t think it’s us women that like to, ‘whine about femist theory, and be a victim.’ (Yes that’s a quote, but I’ll not name him. You might find it on Twitter.) Claiming that we are man haters that don’t care about sexual violence against men is also gaslighting.

We do care, and so should you.

If you are a man who likes to verbally abuse women online for campaigning for women’s rights, and accusing us of not campaigning for men’s rights, consider this. Why aren’t you campaigning against violence and abuse yourself, instead of dishing it out against those who are? Often these same feminists are also defending men’s rights to freedom from violence, plus if we tackle violence against women we indirectly make the world safer for everyone. Nevertheless, why do you assume it is all our responsibility?

Why is it not yours?

Oh, and yes there is an international men’s day. Look it up yourself if you want to know.

©️Janey Colbourne 2019

Click this link for an excellent article on whataboutery by Jessica Eaton

Male Alllies: here are my treaty conditions

Male Allies: here are my treaty conditions

Male allies,
yes, you are welcome here,
as long as you are sincere
and really listening,
not just lending an ear
while you lay on
the woke man act,
hoping to get laid.
If you think I’m easily played,
you are most mistaken.

If you truly are willing
to awaken
then please forgive my cynicism.
Decades of guys,
wearing sensitive sleeves,
these thin veneers
peeling away to reveal
leering aggression,
have caused me to put on
my armour of caution,
the spears in my eyes,
a defence against tears.

Don’t demand that I
cast aside my sword and shield.
My body has been a battlefield for too long,
and enemies come in disguise.
As all true allies would see,
I’m not looking for vengeance.
Before I lay down my arms,
show me some, real consistent respect.
You need to prove your allegiance.

©️Janey Colbourne 2019

A Saucy Verse

A Saucy Verse. (This is the cream. It’s quite cheesy. Possibly it takes the biscuit.)

Cover my sins in gravy.
Savour slowly naughty thoughts,
smothered freely in hot sauce.
Condiment my indiscretions.
Just desserts, don’t even mention,
possibly involving toffee.
It’s getting late, after eight.
Are you coming in for coffee?

©️Janey Colbourne 2019

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