A poem by Michael Rosen: "Mind"

Mind

I don't mind waiting
I do mind being told I'm waiting
I don't mind good news
I do mind being told which news is good
I don't mind being told that people are happy
I do mind being told that I'm happy
I don't mind that people like a newborn baby
I do mind being told that I like a newborn baby
I don't mind that people like doing their family tree
I do mind being told that I like their family tree
I don't mind being rained over
I do mind being reigned over

by Michael Rosen


From The Guardian, 27-7-2013. Apologies if I've breached copyright, but i had to reproduce it. I so agree with what it says!

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A Tribute to Jimmy Reid

Following the recent death of Jimmy Reid a friend gave me a copy of his address to Glasgow University students and Governors, as their recently elected Rector, back in the early 1970s. What he said back then is worth repeating and is still highly relevant to the situation we face over 30 years later.

At that time Jimmy was the elected spokesperson of the Upper Clyde shipbuilders during their work-in to defend thir jobs and industry in the face of Tory attempts to butcher them both. He was at that time a member of the Communist Party and on its National Executive Committee. In subsequent years he joined the Labour Party and later in life the Scottish Nationalists. He maintained throughout his life a passionate belief in social justice, particularly for working people. I hope that he would appreciate me reproducing some of what he had to say at that time.

In a direct address to students he said:

"Reject the insidious pressures in society that would blunt your critical faculties in all that is happenning around you, that would caution silence in the face of injustice lest you jeopardise your chances of promotion and self-advancement. This is how it starts, and before you know where you are, you're a fully paid up member of the rat pack. The price is too high. It entails the loss of your dignity and human spirit."

"Profit is the sole criteria used by the establishment to evaluate economic activity, from the rat race to lame ducks.... the facts are there for all to see. Giant monopoly companies and consortia dominate almost every branch of our economy. The men who wield effective control within these giants exercise power over their fellow men which is frightening and is a negation of democracy."

"All that is good in man's heritage involves recognition of our common humanity, an unashamed acknowlegement that man is good by nature. Burns expressed it in a poem that technically was not his best, yet captured the spirit. In "Why should we idly waste our prime..." he says

"The golden age, we'll then revive, each man shall be a brother,
In harmony we shall live and till the earth together,
In virtue trained, enlightened youth shall move each fellow creature,
And time shall surely prove the truth that man is good by nature"

1932-2010

For a fully copy of this speech go to: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/still-irresistible-a-workingclass-heros-finest-speech-2051285.html

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There's a town somewhere in England

In last weeks Northants Evening Telegraph I was pleased to read that Corby taxi Driver Michael Pike has had his work published in an anthology “People and Places”. It is refreshing that a working-class lad has received recognition. His poem “Corby Town” is about the history of the area and, although it relates specifically to Corby, its message could be reproduced for towns and cities across the country that have been built through the hard work and sacrifice of ordinary working people, from whatever part of the country (or the world) they are from.

Corby Town

There’s a town somewhere in England
Built from the grinders wheel
Grew from digging ore
And the folk that made the steel
And the light from the
Furnace candle shone
That lit the sky from
Dusk till dawn

And the town grew bigger still
By the hands of hardy folk
That grafted out a living
Amidst the noise and the smoke
But then the works were closed
Many tear was shed
For it’s hard to set a table
With little meat and little bread

But carry on regardless
With music, song and dance
OK the works are gone
It never was our last stance
Now many a different culture
Arriving in our town
Most will welcome with open arms
And ignore the bigots frown

So most of it come thro’
Played with the hand been dealt
For Corby has a pulse
Just crying out to be felt