Category Archives: Poetry

New Punk Song – Handcuffs Are Not a Weapon – New Zealand police!

Handcuffs are not a weapon
Police are not there to harm
Freedom of speech is a right under law
Cruel cops now the Devil’s right arm

Poverty’s the worst form of violence
Begging degrades and does harm
Homes, jobs and care are rights under law
Charities now the Devil’s left arm

Suicide prevention’s promotion
Now killing good people’s a job
Media and money controls everything
Devil’s got the minds of this mob

New Zealand is not a democracy
Rule of law protects only the rich
Judges and lawyers are unjust and cruel
Devil’s got them as his bitch

 

Just wrote suicide prevention verse, wrote the others over past few months, knew there was one more to be written.  Each of the verses a separate poem in its own right.  Put together with my punk riff, metal pedal – Am, open string, G, open string –  its a wicked song I love singing and all of it true.  can’t wait to perform it outside court house.

Tony Ellis Sitting In Your Palace

Just heard the story of another terrorised abuse victim and her experience with this misogynst, insulting, vicious, corrupt pig Tony Ellis – so thought I’d post this old poem of mine.

Tony Ellis sitting in your palace
Looking down your nose at me
Saying I’m not here for you peasants
While nothing for men I see

I only deal with important stuff
Violent abuse I’d rather not see
I havn’t got time, now get off my mind
Stories of intimidation, discrimination, bigotry

Tony Ellis sitting in your palace
Could you look me in the eye and say
I’m far to busy, its not important
Now please just go away

I’m trying to expose the truth
Don’t ignore this most serious crime
This crime against those abused
That affects society, the soul, the mind

Tony Ellis sitting in yuor palance
Watch my words upon the web
JR Murphy poet & artist
An activist you all dread

Please come down from your palace
Come visit me I”m real
An intelligent human being saying
Somethings wrong when care’s a torture wheel

enD

Been changing it as I rewrote it, might have another go at it later, now I know how corrupt Ellis and our justice system truly are, grrrrr.

Wairarapa Police The Devil’s Right Arm

In response to being assaulted with handcuffs by police last week.  I will be writing this on back of wallpaper and stapling up in Masterton and chalking around the streets.  Have asked for a meeting with the local new police inspector here and anybody else of a pay grade that can get an investigation into ACC etc under criminal negligence.

Handcuffs are not a weapon

Police are not there to harm

Freedom of speech is a right under law

Local police now the Devil’s right arm!

ReFuSe

Snow Kissed Air

A southerly roars through the trees
Snow has dusted the Tararua peaks
Tui’s song so crisp and full in the snow kissed air
The roar heralding change of season

Winter has arrived leaves are mostly upon the earth, the lawn the street
Most beautiful duvets laid out beneath each tree
Who has sacrified its leaf for winger in a blaze of autumn glory
Leaving naked bodies, limbs, hair

While conifer and native stand strong against winter’s embrace
Dressed in fullest green, safe haven for the indigenous souls of this ground

Beneath snow kissed air pathway ponds reflect the long blule sky
Most perfect reflection of Wairarapa heavens

Beneath snow kissed air fungus boldly disply their magical beauty
Like creatures from another space, another times
Dying mystical expression of wood, of trees

Aoteroapururangi kihia ai e te
Land of the long blue sky and snow kissed air

enD

My Lifes in Boxes

My life’s in boxes little pieces
A wreckage on these hostile beaches
On TV paper radio
No-one says the things I know

The gods of war fight sick & poor
PR stands guard at every door
They numb the masses to the harm they cause
Tell me and others ‘the fault’s all yours’

Someone made a big mistake
Gave power and glory to those who take
Its social problems they created
Loved the rich & poor they hated

Our leaders ears are painted on
Responsibility they run from
Focus on what’s bright and new
Degrade, despise, reject the few

And those who call the good to action
Are considered some sort of loony faction
Where have this country’s morals gone
Protect the weak, curtail the strong

enD

Power Junkies

 

What becomes of my broken heart
The rage and fear you cruelly start
You proved that swastika justified
Stood up in court and you lied

The bruises on my legs and arm
For weeks remind me of your harm
All I asked for was a sorry
Promise peace so I don’t worry

The flashbacks haunt me of that day
They make things worse, won’t go away
You pledge white ribbon you do follow
You swear an oath to Queen and bible

Pakeha, Maori, Africaan
The race of men who caused me harm
I’m a child of this earth these stars
You left me with more ugly scars

Junkies rule the marginalised
The poor, oppressed, the most despised
Keep up their bullying over years and years
Follow cruel elites, profit from tears

And one more thing you oughta know about me
I DON’T TAKE NO SHIT FROM NO POWER JUNKIE

enD

Dedicated to Judge P J Butler, Sgt Q Hoera and Const Allan French, also 2 security guards at high court who assaulted me.

Mr Key What Business Plan

Hey Mr Key as a business man
What is in your business plan
For what reason to do you exist
Mr Key give me a list

Your vision statement in few words
Your market, purpose, customers

You tell us all the time you care
About your customer’s hopes and fears
Those who do you work for you
Do you check that they do

Do you walk around this land
Check these things out first hand
Or do you just ignore the trends
Surround yourself with ‘yes’ women men

When things go wrong do you check
All have done their jobs their best
Do you sack liars, frauds and thieves
Do you check their abilities

You’re CEO, chairman of the board
You need to deal with those things ignored
Those things rocking our canoe our ship
Those things that are slowly sinking it

For ten years now I’ve been saying
Something’s wrong with those you’re paying
I’ve tried every avenue that there is
Studied the health & welfare business

Told successive leaders what I know
For the most dysfunctional its just a show
And under this fascard
There’s discrimination, incompetence, disregard

Mr Key as prime minister
Don’t allow those ignorant and sinister
Who paint a picture of concern and care
When really they provide a torture wheel

I’ll write and sing, passionately I care
Louder and louder until you hear
I know I’m right because I’ve studied
They’re torturing people, the most bloodied

So Mr Key when you think ahead
Be reminded of what you’re read
Your vision statement must encompass all
It’s everyone’s business, now it’s your call

enD

Grocery Shopping Makes Me Very Sad

I posted this on a friends facebook page when he asked people how poverty makes you feel, so many people have commented that’s what they feel. Was often crying at the supermarket, was so ashamed and felt completely worthless and alienated – and people wonder why poor people often become agrophobic (don’t like outside).

Shopping Makes Me Very Sad

I used to like grocery shopping
It was the only time I allowed myself to be ok about spending
I used to like grocery shopping
Now it makes me very very sad

As I walk around the isles
I try not to look at the food I’m not allowed
As I walk around the isles
All I want to do is cry, breakdown and howl

I can only buy the cheapest
Can’t afford the things I used to purchase
I can only buy the cheapest
Makes me feel really cheap and worthless

I try not to look around
Pick things up and put them back
I try not to look around
In the meat section I choose one thing for the week

Every item I pick up reminds me
Of the politicians and health services that put me here
Every item I pick up reminds me
All my family vote National and don’t want me near

Those things I choose
Mean I can’t pay to get my car repaired
Those things I choose
Mean I can’t get to Wellington asking to be heard

I buy butter to do some baking
I reminds me the CEO of Fonterra $2,500/hour he gets
I buy butter to do some baking
It reminds me the government wants to stop me selling a few scones at the market

My trolley isn’t very full
One layer on the bottom, just covering
My trolley isn’t very full
Others have a pile of nice things they’ll be eating

I used to like grocery shopping
Now it just reminds me how callous and mean our country has become
I used to like grocery shopping
Now it just makes me very very sad

enD

Take Heart – Poem – sell your old art to fund political justice campaigns

Someone on twitter is selling some famous art to help fund Greens campaign – this is a poem I wrote about my friend Richard who sold some old artworks of his and funded my political activism for several years.  Love you Richard.

TAKE HEART

Take down those dusty paintings
That fine art upon the wall
Take down those dusty paintings
In bedroom, lounge and hall

Take them to a Trade Me auction
Pass them on to someone new
Take them to a Trade Me Auction
Help to free the poorest few

Take stock of your priorities
Remember why you live
Take stock of your priorities
Who will benefit from what you give

Take heart the world is waking up
Peace and harmony will soon reign
Take heart the world is waking up
To those playing the class war game

Take over our courts and parliaments
With the dusty art upon your walls
Take over our courts and parliaments
Until this oligarchy falls

enD

Trust House Terrorists – Heart of the Darklands

This poem that could see me / homeless in the street
For standing up to neo-liberals / crushing poor beneath their feet

They wrap themselves in charity / to cover what they do
Take from the poor, give to the rich / persecute us, not you

Rich and powerful love to build / monuments to their greed
Extravagant sports and arts supporters / and crumbs for those in need

When there’s a housing crisis / they buy a pub or two
Give more to corporate welfare / help fund a giant screw

A hockey turf, a rugby ground / a running track and more
Build a home for businesses / while people knock at their door

Trust House terrorists surround themselves / with the luxuries of life
They’ve never lived for years on end / under the neo-liberal knife

My heart bleeds for the things I see / that nobody will admit
Those that say we should trust / leaders who are not fit

You’ve been radicalised, you’re ignorant / propaganda tells you what to think
While after 30 yrs of this hell / those suffering are on the brink

Disabled poor and abused / cry themselves to sleep
Hoping they will die soon / knowing God their soul will keep

There is no hope in this tragic place / no safety net, not here
Death Valley, Wairarapa / heart of the darklands and of fear

enD