POETRY FOR THE PEOPLE! Submit up to 3 poems about today's world in flux totaling no more than 150 lines each by emailing donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59pm, May 30th. Culmination reading will be held on Saturday, May 31st, 3 to 5 pm ON ZOOM ONLY (link to reading will be provided to every published poet).

Saturday, April 5, 2025

Lynn White

Knowledge And Power


If only we’d known, they said

when the inmates of Belsen  

were first seen

in their

deliberately

ill-fitting 

striped pyjamas

dying from starvation,

dying from torture

dying from cold,

dying from illness,

dying

dying

dying.


If only we’d known, they said 

when the extermination camps

were discovered,

the gas chambers,

the slave labour camps

where inmates were 

killed

by over-work,

killed 

by malnutrition

killed

by disease.


Exterminated.


If only we had known, they said,

there would have been no appeasement,

no ‘peace in our time’ self-protection,

no treaties for self-preservation, 

no deals done in self-defence.

With the knowledge 

intervention would have happened

genocide been prevented


if only we’d known.


Well this time we knew.

This time

we knew from the beginning.

This time

we knew from before the beginning,

from long before the beginning

about the intimidation, 

the arbitrary arrests,

homes demolished,

the camps filled 

with innocents

left to die 

from starvation,

illness or cold

or killed by torture.


Citizens bombed to death.

Nothing left but rubble.

No one left in the rubble.


And so we acted


to send arms 

the perpetrators.



First published in Culture Cult Genocidal Anthology, March 2025




Nothing


In those streets

of men and boys,

in that country 

for men and boys,

she feels like a person with no face,

her face space covered,

her identity occupied

by a swirling mist of confusion

like nothingness being born.


Sometimes 

she wishes for a blank space

that she could fill herself

with a Magritte apple

or even a woman

even herself

un-blanked

and visible.


Now, in those streets

of men and boys,

in that country 

for men and boys,

she feels like a person with no voice,

Magritte’s apple is choking her,

muting her

so even in her home she whispers

her songs and curses.


Only in her head does she shout

that something will come of nothing,

that something must come of nothing.



First published in New Verse News, August 28 2024




RIP John Donne


No man is an island wrote Donne

centuries ago.

He understood the predicament

understood

that man, or woman

is one part

of a whole

which is one part

of something larger

and so on

into mind-blowing infinity.


No man, or woman can stand alone

and reach their potential 

in isolation

or when isolated

on some small island 

however grandiose

the delusion.


An island alone cannot thrive,

except here in Britain of course,

so it was once said by some.


And now, 

what now

when it stands 

triangulated 

in the centre 

of three egos, 

Trump, Putin 

and Zelensky.

Stuck in the middle

of such super egos,

TPZ Keir Starmer.



First published in New Verse News, March 3 2025


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