Masters
The Christmas Spirit stroll on Piccadilly Where the endemic wildlife clambers down the Christmas tree We are children at heart but we hide our soft spot under a social armor Things would be better if we slowly opened- up like an advent calendar But the master-rattlers they ordered new sabres for Christmas Santa may deliver […]
Night is either too long or too short It all depends on which side of insomnia you are on Saturday nights in London are like a huge human cauldron Where people mix and match according to their choice Who needs a woke police but those masters with their evil plans Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night […]
Messenger is the most dangerous title in London Going cryptic is the easy solution But like the message in a bottle Sender and reader are oceans apart The masters take offence of contradiction Even worse if the truth appears naked in broad daylight We live on an island of deadly paradox Where the rusty iron […]
Buses with numbers unload the anonymous masses Workers going to work in the early morning And they will toil away until the evening Commuting back and forth Like the tides that move the River Thames The masters say bots will bring freedom It sounds like ugly slogans of a not so distant past We tend […]
Halloween in London Chinatown The Femen protest against the Hare Krishna thing Almost an oxymoron, yet morons are aplenty No worries about this penury Meanwhile our beloved masters enjoy the G20 WTF is the new Green I presume… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Estates of Emergency Gallery
Night shift at the feet of London towers While the City sinks into its ex-empire hubris The masters build towers of empty To hedge their ever growing debt And the system churns the paper into money But in the end paper shall return to paper Former subjects of the old colonies Brought across the sea […]
While the same masters than long before Sit comfortably numb in their patent leather armchairs So many crimes have been perpetrated in the name of our own good We the people, the real people outside, we are starved of our Liberties And as the sheep file in line to the slaughterhouse The dream slowly vanished […]
The revolt dwells deep at the roots It sprouts from the seed It grows into a clenched fist There is no more time for the dream While the masters spread the nightmare Supremacy is a dangerous delusion Photo Hugh Ardoin The Estates of Emergency Gallery
The symbols are strong the girls cute and blackened The chains, the horns and the molasses the memory of slavery Once more in its history the churches remained silent Or worse condoned the idea of soulless and inferior humans They found that the devil was on their side and would exact their revenge On the […]
The trending Asterix or Viking helmets to impersonate the Jab The history of masquerade is about the representation of Satan Jab is a creole phonetic version of the French ‘Diable’ (Devil) As opposed to Christian religion at the centre of carnivals Masquerades were celebration of emancipated slaves Disguised with horns, chains and molasses like devils […]