Poetry in the Park

First Sunday of the month. In the People’s Park, Dargle Road, Bray. At 12 noon as the Angelus Bells ring out through the town.

A lovely day here in North Wicklow.

Here is my (somewhat militant) poem written by me last November) …..

HE WHO PAYS THE PIPER, CALLS THE TUNE

He who pays the piper, calls the tune

If you have the money, you control the narrative

Mixing with the rich

Can be a bitch

At times

Because you must conform

And perform

To their oft twisted agenda.

‘Join the Club’ they proclaim

It’s Oysters and Champagne

All the time

They say

Until it comes to vote THEIR way.

Big Pharma, Google, Twitter too

World Wide Web

Bending the knee

To all that currency

The paid pipers must agree

To filter

Censor,

all Diversity.

A new World Order

Is ordained

by notes and coins and filthy lucre

No one is immune

He who pays the Piper, calls the tune.

(By Jean McDonald, on 6th April 2025)

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For my second poem (we go around twice); I read ‘Song of Wandering Angus’ by WB Yeats. This is a beautiful poem of love and nature and the simple life.

Check out my beautiful notebook. Butterflies and lemons. And the park and the mountains.

The weather here is wonderful. Today was sandals and skirts. A sure sign of summer in Jean’s World



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