Je Suis Non Charlie


I am not Charlie

Because I do not use freedom of speech to attack the powerless

Because to do so is not brave, it is arrogance seduced by cowardice

I am not Charlie

Because Charlie is a hypocrite and he serves the powers of a land

That still drips with colonial blood of Africans and Arabs on its hands

I am not Charlie

Because Charlie marches with the world’s tyrants arm in arm

And receives state funding to provoke the vulnerable into causing harm

I am not Charlie

Because you can’t defend freedom but support women’s modesty being banned

Because he is whipping up hysteria to support war in another land

I am not Charlie

Because Charlie is using our sympathy to justify discrimination

And fooling us all into supporting intolerant desecration

I am not Charlie

Hopefully I never will be, and you will realise you are not either

Or we will all end up as flies on the web- spun by Big Brother’s spider.

Hamish Kamoshi © 2015



Office Tweeter Socially Benchmarking

Ah, the way the wind blows

Matters not to men in offices insulated

But ask the fisherman casting his net on the soul grating sea

Or the red cheeked child with ebullient eyes

To whom the parade of kites portrays a world of rainbow possibility.

Ah, the comma. Just a squidgy dot, waste of space

Matters not to the frenetic tweeter

But ask the teacher who commits her life

To a generation

Who’ll either plant trees or start fires,

Depending on whether they had enough time

To, for reflection, pause.

Ah, the pen marks on the wall

Scars on the beautiful flower pattern

To the Joneses.

For the mother, a reminder timeless of days innocent

Before Responsibility’s wings

Flew her young from the nest.

Hamish Kamoshi ©2015

Propagandist Chauffeurs

Not much time left to prevent your mind’s theft

smash and grab out there, it’s a crime fest

like strong winds they want to hurry Kane

to slay his own brother so the money’s gained

anaesthetic in the air they are numbing brains

taking food off the table only crumbs remain

with rich man’s greed every slum is stained

find a scapegoat, who do you wanna blame?

the sick and disabled and the immigrants?

politicians making criminals out of innocents

stealing with prosthetic hands, avoiding fingerprints

we’ve lost sight of truth cos we’re in the midst

of propagandist chauffeurs, driving us to nightmares

shutting schools down, opening Starbucks there

caffeine overload; no sleep so no dreams

of a future where every child sings instead of screams

Hamish Kamoshi © 2014

Say No To Economically Modified Art

No artist bankers

No artist management consultants

no artist frackers

More Artist Taxi Drivers

More artist youth workers

More artist nurses

More artist cleaners

Row calm on the waves of your insomnia

and paint the picture the stars stay lit 

for your inner eye to see

and each thunderous vibration of every gentle

brush stroke

we the masses will feel

guiding us

into each other’s embrace.

Hamish Kamoshi © 2014