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Empower Me – Poem

Dedicated to new mayor, Greg Lang, and councillors of Carterton.

Empower Me

Empower me with courage
Empower me with faith
Empower me with self–belief
In what I do and say

Empower me with light
Empower me with dark
Empower me with balance
So I can hit my mark

Empower me with grace
Empower me with poise
Empower me with magnetism
Screen out the others noise

Empower me with clarity
Empower me with love
Empower me with understanding
Of what I have to give

enD

Are Masterton police being bullied #metoo – Snr Sgt bullying me


From: Jayne R
Sent: Monday, 30 September 2019 4:16 PM
To: HANSEN, Jennifer <J.Hansen@police.govt.nz>
Subject: Latest news report bit scathing of Snr Sgts Jennifer

Wondering if there any bullying going on in Masterton police, especially in regards to me, I see the faces of some of those officers when they are charging and processing me – THEY DO NOT WANT TO BE DOING IT – ITS OBVIOUS THEY ARE ASHAMED.  They know what’s going on, that is why I always got on with Wellington officers, they know how long I been protesting and they ALL agreed with what I was saying.  Wasn’t until I got really broke and had to start protesting over here that things got nasty.  Police were never my enemy and I have NEVER RESISTED ARREST or deserved anything but kindness, protection and justice.
Have teamed up with a few interesting new local body councillors – hopefully they all get in.  They are loving my ideas about dealing with our No 1 suicide rate.  Doesn’t matter what you do to me, I’ve got Jesus as my guide, my knowledge is my power and my actions are vital for a civil society, the more you hurt me the more people turn against those doing it.   Here’s my bullying poem dedicated to you and your fascist friends.
I’M BEING BULLIED

I’m being bullied and there’s no-one to tell
Beaten kicked and whipped, left in hell
I can’t find a lawyer, someone to care
I’ve read the laws, understand what’s in there

10 years of torture asking them why
Why do you ignore me, have left me to die
Why’s my life so worthless when others are not
If I had cancer this neglect it would stop

I have all the symptoms of traumatic stress
Have studied university books, the internet
I get no help rejected because
I believe in my spirit, my culture, my knowledge

I write to the paper, TV, radio
To those supposed to protect me I know
Say there’s laws that say this, laws that say that
Some that are good, others a brick bat

Human Rights laws with no power at all
Bill of Rights laws on which nobody can call
Laws only for lawyers and rich people to use
Laws made that meant something, now they’re abused

Laws that cost hundreds of thousands to create
Laws that protected the poor and the weak
Then came the wasps settled in the beehive
On which lawyers, accountants and bureaucrats now thrive

WHILE PEOPLE LIKE ME ARE LEFT TO DIE

Now there’s nobody taking responsibility
For the stings of the wasps in our capital city
Soldier ants fill our government buildings
Employed cause they’re soulless, ruthless, unquestioning

Like Marianne said they smile as they kill
And if you object you’re insane should take a pill
So if you’re one of those ants from the hill
I’m your worst nightmare, poet, artist, political

eNd

Jayne R

Civil Society Activist

HUMAN SEWAGE

Elites R Cannibals – Poem

Don’t believe a thing they say
Rich and powerful had their day
Have your pitchforks at the ready
Elites are few and we are many

3 decades thieving from us peasants
Using propaganda for things unpleasant
Now farming us like animals
REBEL !!  Resist these cannibals

All history proves we will win
Against this enemy within
Now’s the time to decide
How violent will be this turning tide!!

Never enD

Simon What You Forgot

Simon What you forgot
Poor suffering and dying not our lot

Simon What you forgot
The people found out your evil plot

Simon What you forgot
Justice and right will stop your rot

Simon What you forgot
Karma coming to cruel greedy snot

Simon What you forgot
The tears of the poor will get you lot!

enD

New Poem – TAKE HEART

Take down those crusty paintings
Refined heART upon the wall
Take down those crusty paintings
In office, house and hall

Take stock of our priorities
Remember why we live
Take stock of our priorities
And what we have to give

Take heART the world is waking up
Peace and justice will soon reign
Take heART the world is waking up
To the class war game

Take over our courts and parliaments
Put new heART upon the walls
Take over our courts and parliaments
Until this Oligarchy falls

enD

 

Wairarapa Police The Devil’s Right Arm

In response to being assaulted with handcuffs by police last week.  I will be writing this on back of wallpaper and stapling up in Masterton and chalking around the streets.  Have asked for a meeting with the local new police inspector here and anybody else of a pay grade that can get an investigation into ACC etc under criminal negligence.

Handcuffs are not a weapon

Police are not there to harm

Freedom of speech is a right under law

Local police now the Devil’s right arm!

ReFuSe

Snow Kissed Air

A southerly roars through the trees
Snow has dusted the Tararua peaks
Tui’s song so crisp and full in the snow kissed air
The roar heralding change of season

Winter has arrived leaves are mostly upon the earth, the lawn the street
Most beautiful duvets laid out beneath each tree
Who has sacrified its leaf for winger in a blaze of autumn glory
Leaving naked bodies, limbs, hair

While conifer and native stand strong against winter’s embrace
Dressed in fullest green, safe haven for the indigenous souls of this ground

Beneath snow kissed air pathway ponds reflect the long blule sky
Most perfect reflection of Wairarapa heavens

Beneath snow kissed air fungus boldly disply their magical beauty
Like creatures from another space, another times
Dying mystical expression of wood, of trees

Aoteroapururangi kihia ai e te
Land of the long blue sky and snow kissed air

enD

My Lifes in Boxes

My life’s in boxes little pieces
A wreckage on these hostile beaches
On TV paper radio
No-one says the things I know

The gods of war fight sick & poor
PR stands guard at every door
They numb the masses to the harm they cause
Tell me and others ‘the fault’s all yours’

Someone made a big mistake
Gave power and glory to those who take
Its social problems they created
Loved the rich & poor they hated

Our leaders ears are painted on
Responsibility they run from
Focus on what’s bright and new
Degrade, despise, reject the few

And those who call the good to action
Are considered some sort of loony faction
Where have this country’s morals gone
Protect the weak, curtail the strong

enD

Take Heart – Poem – sell your old art to fund political justice campaigns

Someone on twitter is selling some famous art to help fund Greens campaign – this is a poem I wrote about my friend Richard who sold some old artworks of his and funded my political activism for several years.  Love you Richard.

TAKE HEART

Take down those dusty paintings
That fine art upon the wall
Take down those dusty paintings
In bedroom, lounge and hall

Take them to a Trade Me auction
Pass them on to someone new
Take them to a Trade Me Auction
Help to free the poorest few

Take stock of your priorities
Remember why you live
Take stock of your priorities
Who will benefit from what you give

Take heart the world is waking up
Peace and harmony will soon reign
Take heart the world is waking up
To those playing the class war game

Take over our courts and parliaments
With the dusty art upon your walls
Take over our courts and parliaments
Until this oligarchy falls

enD