Venezuela’s Echoes

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map image from forbes.com

 

The US government’s push for regime change in Venezuela has implications that will be felt across the planet, including in Israel and Palestine.

Israel would be emboldened, and its position strengthened should the right wing, self-proclaimed β€œpresident” Juan Guaido take power in strategically vital Venzuela. Pro-Palestinian elements in Latin America would become isolated. Israel hopes to arrest an alarming decline in its credibility in Latin America, while the Palestinians will be hoping that one of their staunchest supporters will retain its democratically elected president, Nicolas Maduro.

Middle East

From a Middle Eastern point of view, the world is taking on an increasingly Cold War appearance. Led by the US, forces hostile to Palestinian freedom are strengthening, at least in the short-term. Israel forms part of this group, and as American power and influence grows, Israeli power also rises by default. A refusal front, headed by China and Russia, is what stands in the way of the US increasing its hegemony in Latin America and the Middle East.

Latin America had been remarkably successful in shaking off the shackles of the global system and asserting independence through the Bolivarian Alliance for the Americas (ALBA) which isolated the US in the hemisphere, forcing President Obama to warm relations with Cuba in 2014 after decades of economic blockade. Venezuela was the avant-garde of this pan-Latin American movement. Continue reading

Legion of the Damned

Forbidden to vocalise

what I see

state-controlled reality

usurping individual freedom

 

Plastic offended, weak minded

rising up in the pecking order

of those that wish to destroy civilisation

bully boys once bullied

using the state to bludgeon…

 

Shout loud – be heard

control the word

step out of line

phobe-isms thrown like hand grenades

into pronoun verbose bunkers of scholars

 

Your verisimilitude world

will crumble like stale cake

in the hands of a beggar

who sits on a heap of dung

manufactured by beetle-like scurriers

safe only in their own detritus

 

No humour or irony allowed

in your cowardly new world

where weak insipid men rule

legions of the damned

like Goths at the gates of Rome

 

Be aware of true freedom’s voice

slowly arising from the dust

destroying all in its path

as the worm of truth

released by God

devours all that is false

in both doctrine and policy

leaving naked those

that built upon sand

 

Arms raised, I leap into the sun

adding fuel to a fire

that will burn both bright and hot

forever more…

like an eagle i soar

 

Poetry by M.C. Bolton 2019

Art: Like an Eagle I Soar by Ikram Awaale (instagram.com/ikram_awaale6)

Boxing Clever

I just want to be a righteous man

bring love ‘n’ peace to where I can

cannot live by your twisted rules

made by those I see as fools

 

no matter your race, faith or creed,

accent, class, LGBT…

whatever you are is fine with me

Yer, we’re all being played

like a cheap violin

Same old tune – same old din!

 

Identity politics

fed by emotion

told what to think

deluded devotion

accusation – the new weapon of war

Thought Police now coming

to kick down your door

 

Utopia creators

mind mutilators

shifting sands of ideology

must control new technology

left-wing fascists? How sad

Political fashionistas chasing a fad

 

Into the sunset – slowly I ride

away from madness – brains that are fried!

This much I know – this much I’ve learned

lonely are the brave – respect is hard earned

 

I know my enemies – they come with a knife

know where I stand – they want my life!

You come as a friend – offer your hand

take away our freedom

give away our land

My faith in my God

will always be true

whatever my journey – it will carry me through

so all aboard this final last train

full of men and women

who’ve learned to live with their pain!

 

Like Lenny I see rabbits

running round inside my head

yesterday’s dreams, as George shoots him dead!

Like an Autumn leaf

crushed inside a small child’s hand

Nothing but dust – blown away like sand

My time is over – my time is done

this shy peaceful man – forever on the run…

 

 

Β©M.C. Bolton, November 2018