Sunday 27 July 2014

Blue


 


Fields unfolding like a dream,

Suns in the sky like tangerines;

Cloud says they’re right and it’s

True.

 

Shadows like veils,

Moon like a spoon;

Stars in the rite and it’s

New.

So what can you do?
 
Blue,

It’s all for you.

 

Drink up the light ‘cause it’s

True,

watching the blue.

Blue,
 dancing like you.

 
Copyright © Francisco Rebollo 2014

 

Sunday 20 July 2014

MH 017: All Alone

 
          As our hearts go out to the families of the victims of MH017, I cannot but feel deep disappointment –yet again- with the main stream media.
          As was the case with MH370 a few months ago, the MSM seem more interested in turning all of those families’ grief into ratings and newspaper sales, than in asking the difficult and relevant questions.
          Like: Why is nobody talking about the possibility of an air-to-air missile?
          Like: How can this bloody war be stopped at once?
          Like: What’s going to prevent this from happening again?
          Like: What are these ‘world leaders’ marching us towards with their macho talk?
 
          The MSM claim to know who pulled the trigger.
 
          At this point, I distrust anything they seem to state with apparent conviction.
          They turned the previous Malaysian disaster into a circus and they’re doing it again.
          Is it any wonder the MSM is on the backfoot with newspaper sales dwindling and more and more people turning away from corporate outlets?
          It is sickening to see blood-soaked headlines on tabloids seeking to capitalise on this atrocity.
          When it comes to the media asking the right questions, we’re all alone.
          When it comes to governments and the media preventing wars rather than fuelling them, we’re all alone.
          But when it comes to grieving the innocent victims of military brutality, people stand together; because human lives are what really matters to us; and there are many guilty parties and no easy answers.
 

Monday 14 July 2014

He, who lives

 

He, who lives; is he, who leaves

but he, who runs; is he, who ends up crawling, ends up crawling.

And he, who wanders off the path of man is

He, who has as friends the moon and stars.

 


I don’t know what you are,

I was thinking a friend, a lover,

a sister, daughter,

I will follow; I’m not falling down.

 

She, who gives me love

is she who listens;

she, who hears me out

and she’s not walking out.

 


Now I know what you are,

You’re the one who releases me, believes me,

Hears me, holds me, fires me up and chills me;

understands this war inside and loves me, listen,

I will follow; I’m not falling down.
 


She, who gives me love

is she who listens,

she, who hears me howl

like only she knows how.
Copyright © Francisco Rebollo 2014

 

 

Wednesday 9 July 2014

La Luna




Image by: Helen Barth Villareal. Public Domain. Public Domain pictures.net

Calladita en un rincón

la luna que vela ya.

 

Suspira el amanecer

la luna que vela ya.

 

Llevame contigo amor

mi luna que vela ya.
 
 





Copyright © Francisco Rebollo 1994
 

Friday 4 July 2014

Drones



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Three kinds of Drones
 
 1st Kind: ‘Angel Drones’

 
Drones in the sky, drones in the sky
Bring internet to people -far and wide
Set'em free to ‘click’ and ‘share’ and ‘like’
If angels could fly, they’d be drones in the sky.
 

Drones in the sky, over places that don’t
even have a power grid, never mind
laptops and tablets; where their wells run dry
Where the hunger makes new-born babies cry.


 
But with drones in the sky, ‘WiFi’ flies

Facebook and google want drones in the sky

They'll bring ‘YouTube’ where people need just plain food

They’d sell them ‘Netflix’ if they only could

 



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Drones in the sky, means friends in the sky

Sub-Saharan towns will have ‘LinkedIn’ and ‘Skype’

Put your town on the map, find a date with our app

For the payment: ‘Pay-pal’ or ‘Bitcoin’ is fine.



Drones can deliver you shit from the sky

‘Amazon’ can ship to the Amazon now

‘Tweet’ from your jungle ‘cause now you know why

Your rainforest looks so dry form up high.


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2nd Kind: ‘Peeping-Tom Drones’
 

Drones in the sky, are pervs in the sky

They data-mine your every crime

What you post, what you share, what you like, who you ‘tag’

Live under their microscope ‘til you die.

 

Drones that map your home from the sky

Can’t even sunbathe naked outside

neighbours will know where you tan-line lies

By-the-way, ‘Google maps’ says ‘Hi’
 


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 3rd Kind: ‘Drones from Hell’


Drones in the sky, bombs that fly

The CIA has drones in the sky

They’ve got a shopping-list terrorist ‘kill-list’

It’s World War 3, one ‘click’ at a time.

 

Drones in the sky, the end is nigh

The president has bombs that can fly;

It’s like ‘9/11’ one civilian at a time

‘cause those lives ain’t worth less than mine.

 

To use the excuse that they want to produce

They need us to think we need drones in the sky

2/3 of the world is not even on-line

And maybe if sent a ‘friend request’, they’d decline.

 

Humanity comes before connectivity

Children’s lives before military activity

Damn your drones and your bombs and your bloody list

not every brown-skinned man is a terrorist.


And shove your drones up high.
Copyright © Francisco Rebollo 2014