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Tell the policeman


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Tell the policeman
You’re drunk
Paralytic, motherless
Can’t drive yourself home.

Tell the policeman
Hand him your keys
You can’t walk the line
One foot in front of the other put.

Tell the policeman
Out of your mind
You don’t remember
your own name.

You need him to drive you
Home. To face the wife who
Will be stood upon the stoop
Arms akimbo, rolling pin in hand.

Tell the policeman …

Malcolm D B Munro
Friday 30 September, 2016

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مرة واحدة لجاء العربية – Redux


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مرة واحدة لجاء العربية

Once to Arabia came
And its soil defiled

Infidels and unbelievers
Despoiled the waters of the Nile.

Again to Arabia came
Those who treated the land
As they would not their own
Planted in the desert sands
The seeds of confusion, toil
Among those they disowned.

Once again to Arabia came
Those curious to discover ancient ruins
Their contents away to take
As spoils coveted in their museums.

Once more to Arabia came
Those who dug up our sacred forbears’ bones
And our precious tombs did penetrate
For centuries did their secrets hold.

Again and again did to Arabia come
Foreigners who did not
Learn our living languages
But read those that are etched
Upon the walls and Temples aged.

Heedless to Arabia came
Those whom corrupting forces brought
Who with only deception and deceit
And sleigh of hand played.

And to Arabia came
Those Imperial Powers with their Great Game
Empire’d and carved up the lands, divided
With the cynicism which is their sole way.

Reckless came to Arabia those
That our desert flowers crushed
As the Axis and the Allied Powers waged
Their wars upon our native, innocent lands.

Those that to Arabia came
Democracy professed
And left despots in their wake
The Prophet’s peoples all dispossessed.

Once to Arabia came
Those that have now left
Bewilderment amongst those they conquered
The natives of our lands bereft.

And now to Arabia come
Those Foreign Powers, World Order to maintain
To blaze upon, from the air, the people there
Their fatal guns and bombs.

Malcolm D B Munro
Thursday 13 April, 2016

 

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Claude Debussy ‒ Images


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Claude Debussy ‒ Images

Malcolm D B Munro
27 September, 2016

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Ólafur Arnalds – Behind the Records


Ólafur Arnalds – Behind the Records

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 27 September, 2016

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Ólafur Arnalds – Doria


Ólafur Arnalds – Doria

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 27 September, 2016

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Stars of the Lid – Austin Texas Mental Hospital, Part 3


Stars of the Lid – Austin Texas Mental Hospital, Part 3

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 27 September, 2016

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The Stars of the Lid – Austin Texas Mental Hospital, Part 2


The Stars of the Lid – Austin Texas Mental Hospital, Part 2

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 27 September, 2016

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Stars of the Lid – Austin Texas Mental Hospital


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Stars of the Lid – Austin Texas Mental Hospital

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 27 September, 2016

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Stars of the Lid – The Kraut


Stars of the Lid – The Kraut

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 27 September, 2016

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Stars Of The Lid – I Will Surround You


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Stars Of The Lid – I Will Surround You

Malcolm D B Munro
Tuesday 27 September, 2016

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