Ahmad Malik (a.k.a. Doc Malik) reads my poem “Eulogy for the COVID Kapos” with all his passionate, courageous heart. • https://eulogy4thecovidkapos.com/ • https://margaretannaalice.substack.com/p/eulogy-for-the-covid-kapos “The surest way to work up a crusade in favor of some good cause is to promise people that they will have a chance of maltreating someone. Men must be bribed to
By Tinderella Our socially conservative Agony Aunt is here to help. Today’s first question comes to us from an egomaniac. Dear Ella,I think it’s fair to say that I am vertically challenged, which is a constant source of irritation to me. I would like to improve my standing on the world stage; in a nutshell,
By Charlotte Coupe, 2020 Six weeks to go till our wedding day, A ‘pandemic’ hits the world, so we have to delay. To me it seemed something didn’t sit right, So my journey began, to gain some insight. In a way I wish I’d never started, but the wealth of knowledge that has been imparted
I am overjoyed to share Dr. Mike Yeadon’s incandescent reading of “Mistakes Were NOT Made: An Anthem for Justice” to celebrate the one-year anniversary of my poem. Since it was a conversation with Mike that inspired the poem, he was one of the first people I invited to participate in the video series I launched
By G K Chesterton Step softly, under snow or rain, To find the place where men can pray; The way is all so very plain That we may lose the way. Oh, we have learnt to peer and pore On tortured puzzles from our youth, We know all labyrinthine lore, We are the three wise
By Margaret Anna Alice With calls for amnesty and literal claims that “mistakes were made” resurfacing, it seems an appropriate time to remind the Covidians and colluders of their behavior and pivotal role in enabling tyranny. This is not intended to rub their noses in their cowardice but rather to inform them that humbly taking
By Annette Duplain, victim I went there to save my Granny, I listened to those lies, I went there to see my Alfie, I longed to look in his eyes. We queued and we waited, And we stood there in line, A jab in the arm, And I’m sure you’ll be fine. I waited a
A collaboration between Margaret Anna Alice (writing, vocals) and Visceral Adventure (video editing), this video was originally published at Margaret Anna Alice Through the Looking Glass. The poem first appeared in her Anatomy of a Philanthropath series on June 24, 2022. (Margaret Anna Alice Through the Looking Glass/YT) Poem by Margaret Anna Alice A philanthropath
This is me (1215 not 1984) Poem by Keith Brown This is me I do not wear a mask To hide my face To show homage to the crowd I do not test myself For a disease you tell me I have I do not hide at home I live the life God gave me
By Margaret Anna Alice We are at a fragile moment in the life of the Resistance, and it seems people’s nerves and judgment are fraying the longer the war wears on. Pissants scatter dispiriting remarks about like litter. Fanatical contingents accuse anyone who holds a different view of being controlled opposition. Self-righteous inquisitors feel they