Please share with us any poems of solidarity and struggle
Poem by Osip Mandelstam
You took away all the oceans and all the room,
You gave me my shoe-size on earth with bars around it,
Where did it get you? Nowhere.
You left me my lips and they shape words even in silence
AS I GROW OLD I WILL MARCH NOT SHUFFLE As I grow old I will not shuffle to the beat of self-interest and make that slow retreat to the right. I will be a septuagenarian insurrectionist marching with the kids. I shall sing ‘La Marseillaise’, whilst brandishing homemade placards that proclaim ‘DOWN WITH THIS SORT OF THING’. I will be an octogenarian obstructionist, and build unscalable barricades from bottles of flat lemonade, tartan blankets and chicken wire. I will hurl prejudice upon the brazier’s fire. I will be a nonagenarian nonconformist, armed with a ballpoint pen and a hand that shakes with rage not age at politicians’ latest crimes, in strongly worded letters to The Times. I will be a centenarian centurion and allow injustice no admittance. I will stage longstanding sit-ins. My mobility scooter and I will move for no-one. And when I die I will be the scattered ashes that attach themselves to the lashes and blind the eyes of racists and fascists. Brian Bilston
Spoken word by Benjamin Wellington