http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkUXfvwNaP0
In the Video linked above Eamonn Coyle, of the Scottish Socialist Party Youth section - recites his Slam Poetry
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Here are three written poems by Eamonn Coyle. Eammon is a Glaswegian working-class original who has offered his voice and considerable poetic gifts in the service of the Scottish Socialist Party and the revolutionary socialist movement.
We're In Control
Everywhere I look round here it's always the same
From the lighted street corners
To the darkest of lanes.
A society, no variety
Stagnated by chains
That only seems to breed contempt
Despite it's magnitude of brains.
These attitudes and plattitudes
They make me feel restrained
And then I stop and ask myself
Just who is to blame?
But then we all know whose to blame
For the shame that is poverty
But from that poverty
Can come the social harmony
As people unite
Within their own community
To take on the hypocrisy
The stain on our democracy.
Sometimes I'd rather live
In a Stalinist beuraucracy
Than put up with the bullshit
You're tryin to throw at me!
Now I wish this world was a notebook
So I could fill it up with poetry
Let words and verses reverse the inequality
So we could live in rhyme
And pen a future of real quality
Where 9 to 5 would take a dive
And everyday's a holiday!
Cause from this planet's first year
We've all been stuck in first gear
And the people who were first hear
Probably couldn't have imagined in their worst fears
That after the settling of the dust here
There would be so few people you could actually trust here.
But fuck it, at least we're here!
Every single one of us
Every daughter and son of us
Has the power and the knowldege
To change all that's in front of us
And face down the clowns
Who'll always try and make a cunt of us
Now they'll be runnin' scared
When they have to feel the brunt of us!
So in the darkness of the night time
Don't curl up and shiver
In the heat of the moment
Don't procrastinate or dither
Cause from on high no God shall deliver
It's only us who control the direction of the river.
Now I know we're all different
But we share the same goal
We share the same fire
And the same fearless soul
So whatever your conditions
And whatever you've been told
Never forget it
We're in control!
Eamonn Coyle
29th February 2008
Life In The Faslane
It’s so clear what we’ve got here
Now there’s new fear for nuclear
Look at these monstrosities
And how large they loom
But they’re not just on our doorstep
They’re inside our living room
Sittin’ on our fireplace
Sendin’ us to cyberspace
I’m sittin’ thinking what a waste
What a disgrace
How it’s the politicians, not the weapons
That need to be replaced!
Only half an hour’s drive from Scotland’s biggest city
Where 33% of people live a life so shitty
Let’s dismantle all the bullshit
And get to the nitty gritty
Now you’re makin' us a target
And we’re far from sittin’ pretty.
Cause you can’t always live your life in the Faslane
When people feel real pain
And we could make real gains
We could feed, cloth and train
Every single starvin’ wean
With all the cash you gonnie splash
That's flowin’ down that nuclear drain
Now I know you must be insane
But anyway I’ll say this again
This is human life you’re dealin’ with
It’s not a computer game!
So you can't blame the gangs of neds
Who take away the silence
When you produce these warheads
That threaten so much violence.
You say that they’ll protect us
From all those mad and crazy
Try tellin’ that to single mothers
Strugglin’ in Ruchazie!
Eamonn Coyle
Sunkist Socialist
Whether you're a sunkist socialist
Or a bourgeois nationalist
You're never gonna make the top ay ma list
Cause whether I'm stone-cold sober
Or totally pissed
I'll revolt, rebel and resist
Untill you get my gist
Untill the people's needs
Are at the top ay your list!
But amongst all this
Harrasin' and chasin'
I know one day you're gonna need replacin'
Cause the situation we're facin'
Is gettin' pretty dire
So red stars please don't hide your fires
Let the world see your deepest desires
Cause we can use those pliers
To tear down those liars
And drag this planet Earth from the mire
The work involved might make us tire
But we'll be classless and free
And we can still get higher.
So whether you can sing like Ian Brown
Or play guitar like John Squire
You've got a role to play
And every right to enquire
So come on everybody let's gather round the fire
Cause the revolution's underway so
LET'S GET WIRED!
Eamonn Coyle
8th August 2007
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