neat feet‘Neat Feet’ by Zoolon

100% true. That daft mate of mine I’ve been writing about lately has surpassed himself yet again. He was looking a bit down so I say, “What’s up?” He says, “It’s my star sign.” I say, “What about it?” He says, “It’s total rubbish.” I say, “What sign of the Zodiac are you then?” He says, “Aquarius.” I say, “What’s wrong with that?” He says, “Other people get to be a bull, a ram, a scorpion, a lion, proper stuff like that. I’ve just found out my sign is just some random bloke carrying a bucket of water and spilling most of it. It’s so not fair.”


Anyway, I haven’t been able to play guitar much for the last few days since I did my right shoulder in lifting weights. Luckily, I’m left-handed so I’ve spent a bit of time writing words for lyrics that might end up as songs sometime. Here’s one of them. A protest song, prompted by the UN report re Myanmar and the displacements, rape and genocide that took place there. It’s in verse form for now;


Safe passage across the borderline

Refused by racist guardians of hate

The starving left to starve in no-man’s-land

The TV newsreader puts it down to bad luck’s fate


Someplace east of Dover

Unforgettable, the tears

The living count the corpses

Their numbers fall on apathetic, stone cold deaf ears


Is there any point in me singing out

About all the sufferings there and here?

I guess nothing matters that much

Last week’s dead bodies soon will fade away; disappear


The fat cat moguls feed off everything

Sicko politicians never play by compassion’s rules

Whatever code, creed or colour you are

If you’re not one of them then you’re all unwelcome fools


‘Stand up for victims of oppression’

So goes my comrade’s song

In the hope that if we all heed those words

Peoples of this world might just get along


This artist, lost inside a darkness

Imagines just what nightmare terrors the victims saw

Those victims left to rot in open graves

Now carrion for the vulture and jackdaw

Time for some music. A short electronic piece called ‘Time Out’  – it’s dark mood fits this broken planet we live on somehow?

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35 thoughts on “SOME PLACE EAST OF DOVER

    1. Thanks, Lady Yasmin. I think the time has come for good people – you’re a good example – through legal means, such as The International Criminal Court in The Hague see to it that those who commit as atrocities get banged up for life. The only downside is that most governments don’t invest enough effort to make this happen.


    1. Thank you, Cheryl. But for some reason – they tell me it’s because this is a paid for website – the reblog facility doesn’t apply. Neat thought anyway and thank you again.


      1. I got this message over dinner. Mum’s a Libran, the old man is an Aries. The thing is mum oppresses the both of us! I’m a Cancer as it happens.


  1. Ah, your friend. He reminds me of Blondie when I told her wood pulp is used in a lot of food we eat, like her favorite snack stuff. Of course, no one wants to be told they’re eating wood pulp…
    Anyway, there’s something in your song that got me wondering: “Jackdaw.” What is that? I’ve never heard of such a creature here in the Midwest, but its name fascinates me.


      1. Gosh, I hope so. There are moments of, “Where IS ___?” “Did you look by your feet?” “Where?” And literally looking in the one direction ___ is not and nearly stepping on it somehow. But that’s all three of them…sigh…


  2. Bravo! You,the artist, may feel you are in the darkness but you are not alone there. I am in that same darkness seeing visions of a soldier wrenching a small child from his mother’s arms and flinging him into a burning building. It is a hideous vision from Myanmar that illuminates my darkness. Thank you for your words.


    1. Thank you, Anne. When researching this I checked out some pics on Google Images re Myanmar. One in particular shot I wished I’d never seen. It will stay with me forever. Contradiction. In some ways I’m glad I saw it. It was real; broke my heart. I know from what you wrote, you understand. ~George


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