You make me hate the World

 

Anger feeds and breeds division

Truth ties the hands of those with vision

Where under guise of flawed debate

You spread your cloak of indecision

With soundbites loudly resonate

Spew your bile, and shout your hate

It pains my eyes to have to see

How you rationalise your mind’s demise

With logic born of bias

Skewed by full-on toxic spin

And an ignorant defiance

Being preached from on the dais

It taints the years I’d come to know

Shrinks the spirit I’d once watched grow

Feeds on fear, absorbs the light

Summons beasts from down below

The side of Man that takes delight

In watching day dissolved by night

How did we even reach this place

Where all that matters is not losing face

Where truths it seems, can intertwine

And bluster, ward off deep disgrace

Reality told to toe-the-line

And your truth can be different from mine

You make me hate the World

All the love, the art, music of the heart

Fades into a fog, ever more dense

As you idly allow reason to depart

Incriminate the use of common sense

And try to debunk intelligence

You make me hate the post-truth World

Billy 23/7/17

 

 

 

 

 

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Harbinger

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I saw you again today
Spouting some shit or other on the news
Hanging society’s ills on everyone but those to blame
From Europe, to Muslims, Arabs and Jews
Spreading your fear
To anyone unwilling to challenge the bullshit you use
Those who seek someone to divert their shame
But never question your unsustainable reactionary views
I saw you again today
I still don’t get why you’re given the airtime to abuse
It’s almost like you’re being played like a piece in a game
And it doesn’t really matter which fascist stands there in your shoes
Telling us who to hate
I can’t be the only one who’s seeing through your ruse
The whole façade crumbling, but the vitriol still the same
Turning communities from vibrant to recluse
I saw you again today
Using your lies to attack and accuse
Fanning the embers you helped to inflame
Goading the angry as violence brews
Pointing your accusing finger
Causing us to feel like the whole country has the blues
All just to make people know your name
The narcissist inside you guarantees we’re born to lose
 
Billy 5/3/17

The politics of anger

buddha

You were angry when you couldn’t get your way
Fuming when antagonists had their say
Livid when the promises went astray
And even though you won? You’re somehow angrier today

Accomplice to the start of truth’s demise
Convinced that this would lead to bluer skies
Deaf to people’s fears and victim’s cries
And still you won’t accept, the whole campaign was built on lies

Consequence dismissed as “project fear”
With those consequences creeping ever near
Immune to the truth about those beacons you revere
Who are selling out your rights to the things you hold most dear

I get that politics can be intense
And that all you get is splinters if you sit upon the fence
But comes a time you must accept the sense
And stop divisive headlines from dictating your offence

I never would insult you, or call you for a fool
But I will tell you now that I think that it’s uncool
To fall for a doctrine so obviously cruel
And by spreading that division, be complicit as it’s tool

I don’t need to judge you, or tell you who to be
I’m happy in the knowledge that my own will is still free
I’m fine with you seeing things differently to me
Because although we’re different branches, we still branch from the same tree

Billy 22/01/2016

Society’s Dead

 

courage

I read a bit, I watch the news
I see their points, I get their views
I know agenda sets the clues
And people hold opinions they didn’t choose

I read between official lines
I see where deception’s guide-light shines
I know the facts were never mine
And watch how truth and lies entwine

I read the warnings at the gate
I see their cause, incite to hate
I know that hope will come too late
And nothing is ever left to fate

I read the print, I shed a tear
I see their hate, and feel their fear
I know the path is never clear
And know it’s pain they want to hear

I read the signs, I watch what’s said
I see the storm, that’s up ahead
I know how easily sheep are led
And fear the worst, society’s dead

Billy 15/12/15