TIME FOR CHANGE  A Poem by Mike Wilson The wind is rustling through the leaves and close at hand a Blackbird sings. A myriad ...

  New Year Resolution  By Mike Wilson The year is coming to an end and now it’s time to make and mend And make good all that’s gone befo...

RAP CRAP. By Mike Wilson Gyrate to the music man And let me show to all my fans That rappin’ is a way of life And helps avoid the daily stri...

Run to the hills, run for your life A poem by Pym Purnell Black man came across the sea He brought us pain and misery He killed our tribes,...

WORLD CONTROL By Mike Wilson I’m really at a loss to know What winds the world and makes it go. From alien minds to Zionist plots - These th...

“WHITEY” By Mike Wilson There is a man called Whitey Who lives down on my street. He’s always nice and pleasant But he is kind of unique. My...

A poem by Mike Wilson The lives of Britons everywhere have changed beyond compare To what they used to be and now we just live in despai...

By Mike Wilson I’m getting old and grumpy At least that’s what I’m told And I’m feeling pretty buggered ‘Cos I’ve never been so old. M...

Britain By Mike Wilson Land of my fathers, land of the free How desperate your needs are, as we can see. No longer the gentle free land of...

GENOCIDE By Mile Wilson The restless shadows flit across the scene And from within a shout, a cry - a scream. And figures black across ...

The media controls our life, Directs our thoughts, explores the strife Of little things that don’t deserve To be expanded with such verve. T...

AFRICANS The African and all his tribe are waiting at the door- Waiting for a handout – for the world to give them more. We’ve given so much...