The man who murdered the double Ll

 I bear them no ill will but they are murdering the double Ll

In the North it was Klangolken, Klandudno and Henklan

Down by ere it is Nadolig Klawen

Machynlleth goes by the name of Mycuntlet

Dolgellau is Dolgerloo

In a game of Cluedo Cymraeg it would be the Radio 4 Announcer

in the studio with a microphone and an anglophone education.

A tourist in a pub or shop where they walk in and everyone

speaks Cymraeg.

"Here mate, if I want to feel like a second class citizen

then I'll go to Spain"

"Oh really? the Spanish speaking part or the Catalan speaking part or perhaps Gwlad y Basg?"

"The Bulldog Bar on the Costa Del Sol if you must know" 

It's Toffs and Working Class Tories that are murdering the double Ll

The Middle Class will have a bloody good go at it, chwarae teg.

It's the dismissive types, the ones who haven't got the time

or who don't see the point.

I mean they don't have to mention us at all really

We're just a footnote in history

but if you are going to try and announce it

STOP MURDERING THE DOUBLE Ll       

Brutal Britannia

 

https://news.sky.com/story/four-men-sought-by-police-after-racially-aggravated-altercation-at-train-station-13006381

"We woz born ere!"

Ere Rishi, why not send these four to Rwanda? There are Hamas tunnels under Waterloo station.Yer fighting hard to send small boat people to Africa yet your opposite number wont call a ceasefire on Israel's genocide in Palestine. Can you change the name of the country that you are in charge of please to BRUTAL BRITANNIA. We might ave ruled the waves once but we ad to cut down all the indigenous oak trees to do so. Indigenous Mr Sunak! Do you know what that means? Somebody that hasn't been to public school and had the benefit of your education.You think that you ave been canny getting rid of the brave one and replacing her with the clever one? This is going to come back to haunt you because Cruella is more driven by revenge than you are. Did you read her resignation letter? No neither did I. You and your government claim to be speaking on behalf of the British population but you are speaking on behalf of populism of the right wing variety of which there is a long and rich tradition going back to Oswald Moseley and Enoch Powell. Racially aggravated confrontations are going to become more common place if you continue to stoke the culture war like this.

Why don't you hand over the baton of the nasty party over to Sir Keith on the opposition benches. Cruella and him will make a fine pair over the despatch box when she becomes leader of the Conservative Party after you.

You Rishi Sunak are more John Major than you are Margaret Thatcher. Stop playing the bleeding hard man and feeding the bigots and racists of Britain.

Braverman has been observing your nemesis Boris and she has learnt the fine art of how to make a return like a Union Jack brutal bouncy ball.

 

SGRECH Y COED

https://youtu.be/KAwZoVRYh2A?si=-W6oIAhLlTdXwFf-

The Thoughts of Chairman Daf

https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/dafydd-williams0

I carry a heaviness

 

I’m not talking about my weight.

I’ve mentioned that before.

I’m carrying a lethargy.

It’s not the time of year.

It’s not the commitments or my shadow.

I carry a responsibility to the people of Palestine

to do more than just tweet, to do more than just protest.

Shouting

“Free Free Palestine”

will not free it!

The West is like a rabbit in the lorry headlights.

We are frozen by Israel and its hysteria,

its name calling of antisemitism.

From being de-humanised themselves they are de-humanising others.

It was too much to expect that they could deal with the Holocaust.

They’ve turned that trauma into another one,

and are exacting a genocide upon the Palestinians.

They have a blood lust that will not be assuaged by the mealy-mouthed words of

Biden, Starmer & Sunak.

The man baby of Bibi was standing there in his black shirt.

He couldn’t wait for them to shut their mouths because he couldn’t wait,

to carry on the bombing  

The next time you enter a Hospital,

think about the al-Ahli Baptist Hospital in Gaza City and all who perished within.

I carry a heaviness.

This metered life

THIS METERED LIFE

 

It was National Poetry Day yesterday

but I forgot

so I’m writing this today.

The privatised water company want you to read their meter

The billionaire owned electricity company likewise.

The staples of life are all on a goddam reel going round and round

They’re taking the rain from the skies and selling it to you

with extra shit for the rivers.

The fossil fuels they're burning so you can turn on the nobs on the hob.

“The kettles turned on”

“Well stop twerking and dancing provocatively in front of it or the element will blow”

If you wanted to boil an egg in the old days you’d use a Sand Timer

an hour glass for 14 minutes

The sand falling through and the meter going round

that’s your life that is.

Paying others to be able to just exist

in this metered life. 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

“But what about the rugby?” you say

“Exactly, you’ve made my point” I reply

“Posh bloke picks up a football in a school of the same name

now we’re all over the game like a rash, such a shame”

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

because they want us to speak Welsh and drive at 20 miles an hour

No wonder the llefrith/llaeth I drink leaves me feeling sour.

Church and Chapel hang heavy over our lives

The gossips make you feel that you’re living with a bunch of spies.

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

You dare not be different or espouse a different way to be

They immediately assume if you are not married that you are LGBT

Politically there’s populists and the woke, there’s the Brits and the Cymry

I’d like to strangle all of them, make them all croak

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

We’re joyless and lifeless forever looking at our botwm bol

A referendum for this, a petition for that and a march for the other

The well paid politicians are wondering about us

“Why do they all bother?”

 

 Wales will be my prison until my dying day

The law of “Thou shalt not” and “Don’t you dare” still hold sway

When the lights go down on the disco floor

When the wedding guests are sitting on the drunk best man, the bore

The next generation will be consumated before they’ve closed the door.

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

“Robert Page & Warren Gatland will show us how to play.

We don’t need no Bible or any religious book

as long as I can have a beer and a banter with the boys.

That is my best look.

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

You can shove your 'Yma o Hyd' and your 'Gwlad Gwlad' up your arse

Nationalism based on a race of people is such a fucking farce

You’re only moaning cos the English defeated your ancestors way back when.

The fact they’ve got a second home in your back garden is just fucking zen.

 

Wales will be my prison until my dying day

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again

“Oh put a sock in it mun” I hear you say

It will be my prison

because I was born on St David’s Day.