SocialistAction 1983–88

The paper of the Socialist League, formerly the International Marxist Group, 1983–88

Fodder

Socialist Action No. 3, 1 April 1983 · p. 10 of the scan · 240 words

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page 10 of the scan

La military base capable of handling ,planes equipped with nuclear weapons and it will also be used as a forward base for the destructive Trident submarines.

The aims of the campaign are:

A nuclear-free Indian Ocean. *The dismantling of the American military bases in Diego Garcia.

The of Diego Garcia to Mauritius The non-proliferation of nuclear weapons by the littorial and hinterland states of the Indian Ocean.

The dumping of nuclear waste in the Indian Ocean. Campaign for the Demilitarisation of the in. dian Ocean, 139, Draketell Road, London SE4. (For the women of Greenham Common) The milkman's horse.

Soft-eyed, gentle footed, children-patted. "Here's your oats, old girl."

Nine months it took From that late-autumn ploughing To the harvest.

Nine weary womb-months Of love and labour For the consuming cannon.

The hungry bombers Swallowed whole cities Of sleeping children And their desperately-clutching parents Then one August day A fireball tore a world into red raw hunks of meat And a smell of grilling flesh.

Now the fire-horse With devouring teeth Stalks a whole planet of todder. -2But the women have given birth To a song of peace and love And anger.

And they marched it Through the weary dusty heat, -And. they lived it Through the icy snowy cold And they sang, "We will not"; And through the fodder merchants' iron bars Come the rays of their song JENNY FLINTOFT (19-2-83) And then perhaps seventeen or eighteen years

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