Fidel & trump, two men and two words.

Two Men & Two Words.

In this winter month of dying light that waits to be reborn. Two words, that are also names, embodied and lived by two men, have appeared on our world’s conscious stage ‘trump’ and ‘Fidel’, and as poor Earth, our only eden sails like the Titanic into an environmental collision, full of drowning refugees who exodus in desperate hope from the consequence of an elsewhere power’s blind pretenses & profit. As we all compete in the indignity of nations, to lower our societies values of welfare and wages in a doomed race to the bottom of a voiceless pit, de democratised & infantalised into eventual hateful and obedient clown warriors of billionaire tweeting new corporate pharaoh idiot frat boys, perhaps its time to ponder and pick which of these two words do you prefer?


First word is trump.

To trump others no matter the cost.

To vacillate with lies of hate and fear.

To facilitate and unleash any evil,

all to win, perchance to tweet?!

To bully and further depress our imperiled world’s hopes,

to honour nothing but thin skinned vanity.

To give children nightmares about their life to be.

All to trumpet your selfish self?





To be faithful to an ideal of your community

To act with others and

To be judged in your efforts and results,

for the better and worse.

To bravely defend with faithful wit against any odds,

all to honour the dignity of others.

To be Fidel, to a truth that only empathy can see and value in its wisdom and fellowship with others.


To trump or to be Fidel?…


Viva Fidelity!

Viva Fidel & all those who live to honour such a word, death does not stop them speaking.

Viva the enduring threat, to all violent power, of a good example in our world, that bullies fear because it has de throned them.


Fidel usurps the trump of petty ego,

it speaks in our hearts louder than trumpets,

as love will conquer fear.


Thru’ the eye of a needle, senor infidel trump,


(you shall not pass)


– Antonio Carty

(November 29th 2016)


Cuchulainn Is Not Dead !


(Life Sized Mural Pencil Drawing, by Antonio Carty

of a man named Martin on a rainy busy day under Pearse Station bridge, Dublin)

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