A poem about the power of poetry to change the world

Selected poems

The Power of Poetry

with things falling apart
and anarchy let loose,

it was only poetry, he found,
which had any use,

so he reached for his copy  
of The Complete Works of Yeats

and bludgeoned the President
of the United States


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12 thoughts on “A poem about the power of poetry to change the world

  1. Michelle Whelan's avatar

    I gather that the line “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;” was recently used in a speech to justify world domination but the following line was omitted:
    “Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,”

  2. defendortechnicallya21e045264's avatar

    To finish off your Yeats poem:

    The President replied ‘Boys will be boyce

    Bilston likes Yeats, while I prefer Joyce!’

  3. perfectcreativelyede00ffe24's avatar

    As a matter of interest, was this brilliant poem perhaps inspired by listening to Jesse Armstrong on Desert Island Discs, saying he would use his Norton’s Poetry Anthology to squash a mouse? Thanks again, Your loyal fan (one of the many)

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  4. nalmat59's avatar

    AH! If only! Thank you for making me laugh and think of new positive possibilities for getting through reading or listening to the news ~ especially world affairs. (Such as they are.) Brilliant!

  5. David Lucas's avatar

    This is hardly poetry. Let’s call it- Unleash the Doggerel of War.

    WE THE PEOPLE FEEL THE SQUEEZE

    You may have heard it said, 

    And this is more than a rumour

    That the City of London and the mega rich 

    Act like a cancerous tumour

    They suck our blood

    Which does us no good

    They act like a parasitic worm

    Does that make you squirm?

    They have influence and persuasion

    Money offshore and tax evasion

    Private yachts and Private jets

    How loathsome their self indulgence gets?

    Huge contribution to global warming

    They sound ghastly and revolting.

     

    We, the people, feel the squeeze 

    Polluted rivers and polluted seas

    Crumbling schools. Failing NHS

    Hungry children. Failing services 

    Unaffordable rents and houses

    Unmended potholes in our roads

    Time we were protesting. 

    Time we were revolting. 

    The government won’t act to clean up this mess

    Because they are in the pockets of the rightwing press

    Because they are “brain washed” by investment banks

    Influenced by antisocial neoliberal rightwing think-tanks

    Directorships, consultancies, lucrative bungs as thanks.

    It’s time to legislate a change 

    It’s time for an economic rearrange

    Government get off your grubby self-interest  knees

    Please, please, please, please  listen to our pleas

    Release us from this inequality economic wheeze

    And economic porkies told by Rachel Reeves

    Do something about this economic sleaze

    Because we the people feel the squeeze.

  6. Monica E. Graham's avatar

    I subscribed because of this poem. Maybe not the best use of Yeats, but it cheered me up no end. Thank you.

    ps. I like that you use WordPress. So do I, just learning. You set an example. Thank you.

    1. brianbilston's avatar

      Thank you, Monica. I’m glad it had that effect on you. Good luck with WordPress. I’ve been on here for 10 years and I still don’t quite know what I’m doing.

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