ANGUS REID urges us to understand the persecution of Jason Arday from a political and historical perspective, and to see the victim in human terms
Everything Bad Is Permanent
Emily Berry
Their eyes are grey. My eyes are grey
My wishes are the colour of the dead in numbers
My dying, undelivered wishes. Ours
Would somebody come running. Would they
Prototypes of human sorrow. Protest, despair and detachment
Blank, tearful retreat from mother
Mother, Baby. Stranger, Baby. Baby Alone
People afraid. People terrorised
Banished from (rightful?) birthplace, torn from one another
Blood. Horror. I didn’t know. You did know. Stand up
by Francesco Sani
by Mary Gilonne
Ron's rages are sincere and — according to his wife — healthily cathartic. But can these splenetic outbursts loosen the grip of capitalism at its most monstrous?
In verse and polemic, the bard points out that he is a poet and musician, not a political party



