Tribute To Joe Strummer #PoetryDayIrl #workingclass #punk #poetry

Your words were boots Joe , boots in Lewisham

When black & white & yellow riot put down the Nazi scum,

And in Trafalgar Square in ninety-one

When the fury of our rainbow class put Thatcher on the run

Your words were firing like a gun Joe, firing like a gun.

I heard your booming words echo

Through the streets of Prague-

when we shut the World Bank down

And you were roaring vengeance in Genoa

when we had to fight through gas

and bullets just to hold our ground

And when the many-headed future met in Florence

Everyone knew your name Joe

Your songs were all around.-

And when the threw me in a cell Joe

I sang straight to hell Joe

And when they stood me up in court Joe

I hummed the Brixton guns Joe

Oh Joe! when you got up to sing

It was a fist in a copper’s face

It was a pitchfork in a landlord’s neck

It was a bullet in a contra’s gut

It was an arrow in the eye of a general

It was a kick in the balls for the rich.

It was everything good Joe

It was everything good

And when us Zombies & us Rastas

and us Punks & Workers win

You will be singing in our blood Joe,

You will be dancing like speed in our veins.

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Poetry Day Ireland e-book giveaway!

It’s #PoetryDayIRL – & I’m giving away a sampler e-book – The Four Honesties – to celebrate. Click through link & enjoy – its a short read & I write poetry for everybody, not just for toffs! Enjoy, & all likes, shares, feedback hugely appreciated!

The Four Honesties