Consumerism for the Oppressed

By Lambski

The poetry in this book represents a passion of the heart. The poems pursue desire for love and liberty. For the obliteration of the lies of rulers. An examination through prose of how harsh reality can be liberated through dreams of resistance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jul 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781728354361

Lambski

Lambski hails from Newport in Gwent, South Wales, UK. Some of the poems were written for this collection during 2019 before the poet left his usual place of residence in Bournemouth, England, UK, to go and work and travel in Bretagne in France to find inspiration from French culture for his work. After 10 days in Rennes, he had to head back to England as the French government was forced into lockdown because of Covid 19. During the first few months of isolation, Lambski wrote over 40 poems which are now in this book. The crisis proved to be an inspiration during which Lambski contracted Covid 19 and was ill for about two weeks. He recovered fully. Hopefully you will enjoy this collection and eventually the world can recover from the virus. If you have lost loved ones in the pandemic the author’s prayers are for humanity during the days of Covid 19. Also Lambski has already published a book in October of 2019 two months before the crisis called ‘Regard This as Evidence’ available on Google worldwide.

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Published by AuthorHouse   06/26/2020

ISBN: 978-1-7283-5437-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-5436-1 (e)

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Contents

Preface

Misty Valley

1 Kings CH18

Agenda of Clarity

Akeldama

Anna Kournikova Dream

Appears

Brixton Rains

Burnt The Sky

By Chance

Calm Blue Ocean

Catch a Fire

Children

Consumed to Pyre

Conviction to Decide

Could Not Pray

Covid 19

Covid Rabid

Crass

Daisy Chains and

Blown Out Brains

Dawn

Day

Desire

Destination Zero Love

Divided Street

Donated Blood

Dreams Again

Drunken Spies

Dreamy Pyres

Dub Plot

Earth’s Call

Emptiness to Flood

End of Suffering

Everything

Existence

Faiths Require

Final Breath

For Suffering

Fragmentation of Reality

Free

Frozen Belief

Gaza

Glasgow Vision Street

Global Warming Glory Days

Guides to Pray

Hallucinogenic Pear Tree

Haven from Despair

Heart Desired

I Love You

In Death You Will Dine

In Reason

It

Lambski

Liar’s Magistrate

Liberty

Love Song

May Day

May Die

Myths of Flight

National Pride

No War with Iran

Oceans Saved

Ode to Nurses’ Tears

Opium

Pain to Reminisce

Passion

Polluted for Craze

Poverty

Rainbow’s Arch Complete

Release

Retaliation

Route

Salvation

Seething Massive

Singing Cloud

Sleep Tonight

So

Springtime’s Divorce

Summer Again

System Overload

Tears of Tomorrow

Testify Beholden

The Dreaming and the Loving

The Fed

The Silence of England

Time’s Eyes not Closed

Torch

Torn Lace

Touch of Wonder

Toward Fashion

War

Way Too Late

What You Get

Wilderness Honey

Words Are Spoken

Yemeni Skies

Your Fantasy

Your Nation’s Sky

Your Renown

Your Salutation

Floyd

Preface

L es rois de la terre ne sont que des hommes et ils seront comme de la poussière.

Leurs armées ne seront plus rien.

Misty Valley

H ow is it misty valley down the narrow streets of Taff?

Working for a pittance down the factory with your dad.

Listening to thunders growl in your stomach for the fight,

Wondering how dark it gets when the votes bring in the strife.

Labour is the valley called my home from ages blood,

Sing it in the chip shop after ten beers down the pub.

Puke it up with relish when you’re screwed the hourly rate,

Call it celebration when you’re striking at the gate.

1 Kings CH18

I f I have nothing left to eat,

And my destination is the street.

And my poverty is so complete,

Then the fires of hell are for you my treat.

I never joke to ever smile,

I walked forever in my denial.

Into your prejudicial street,

Where hatred there was pure deceit.

Oh England’s green and pollution rave,

The drugs of slaves to me you gave.

Like nutrition for your loaded gun,

Poisoned words from tongues of scum.

Alone to stand against a wall,

Free to die like the unborn.

For liars rule like rabid dogs,

And justify their epilogues.

They banned the sun in the blue sky,

They ruled for hate, refused to die.

They sold their children to hallucinate,

And they laughed at God for they were great.

Down by the river soon red with blood,

They live like those in Noah’s flood.

And deny eternally to smoke,

All of our tomorrows they sold for dope.

The slaves of evermore may die,

But not by tears down from my eye.

The roads they showed me, towns of hate,

Will burn one day like Baghdad’s fate.

Oh through the day they ban for cash,

To buy and sell my soul for hash.

Will return to them upon their death,

When regret will steal their final breath.

Mark my words my father said,

He didn’t care if I was blue or red.

To the people who laughed in the smoke,

Who supplies your habit, your final toke?

Do I care about your deeds?

When struggle fights for all our feeds.

When to earn a crust is then a crime,

Then burning streets will be the time.

A touch of love for dreams you say,

For poison are your words today.

And I defy you to my grave,

And pray to God my soul to save.

With faith my breath becomes a vice,

I saw God’s kingdom with my eyes.

And salvation is not man’s desire,

Who plot to send the Lamb to fire.

The Dragon knows me well you see,

I come from coal and dignity.

Like when a man could stand and fight,

Even when he has no rights.

And now the slaves of England they,

Who puff on draw and never pray.

Are for repression ‘till the dawn,

Of my desire to rule the morn’.

Once again, thanks for your streets,

You are Sunday roasts and veg complete.

Your ignorance full up with lies,

Your broken smiles for diamond mines.

Bought and sold for number 5,

To keep your hatred to survive.

For food, for shelter I must pay,

Like slavery the British way.

If I should die and leave this land,

I hope you all will understand.

To make a child is not a crime,

For I have nothing and nothing’s mine.

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