
Sè i guai si mittiani à u soli Ognunu si ripigliaria i soi.
On the 9th of May, 1769 the French Royal army defeated the Corsican Republican army at Ponte Nuovu. The French may have killed the first democracy, but they did not murder its ideas, nor the Corsican people.

THIRTY years to the Falklands Wars. SO MANY PEOPLE DIED! So much grief and misery… For what?
Both governments of Argentina and the UK manipulated the conflict for cynical dirty politics that killed many people.
Argentina military junta tried to use the war as a last ditch attempt to rally people behind a hated dictatorship.
UK’s Margaret Thatcher used the war to save her from a sure election defeat and to give her strength that destroyed the remnants of the UK manufacturing industry laying down the hazardous future of financial services which we suffer from today.
What is the heritage of this war?
We should remember the war today and its dead, and realise , what price we are paying for its heritage today.
Argentina with an Evita Peron like politician, Christina Kirchner (now hyping up the ‘Malvinas’ hysteria because of the economic crisis in her country).
And the UK a victim of its own success at the war, it gave the Tories the power to fuck up finally the country for good and lay the seeds for the economic catastrophe we are suffering today.
The true cost of this war is not only counted in hundreds of dead people and ruined families, and horrible grief. It is destroying millions of lives right now in the United Kingdom who suffer the success of the war and its economic legacy - brutal corporate capitalism and an increasingly rigid plutarchy.
Pierre Berton once said: “Racism is a refuge for the ignorant.” To this I would add, Nationalism is surely then his/her second home…

They assembled in black
red eyes tears dripping
appearance of touching piety
to bury our mother
While she was still alive
they care laboured
so she could be blinded
by aluminium foil fealty
for family kaleidoscope love
masqueraded knives of heart stabbing
haemorrhaging golden coins from the dying
Two women sitting seven days
needles for the soul
evaporated salt waste
eyes read and deader
than the dead sea
They assembled in a pack
counting profit
beaks deep into flesh
marking their share
of the still living
AMEN
God is full of mercy
that is why non
was left for the
still living
Even Loch Lomond
Has no room for all my tears
To my sisters, who care more about revenge and getting inheritance money from my dying parents, who are prepared to stab each other and pretend to be loving while hiding the dripping knifes behind their backs.