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

 

 

 

 

 

For Whom the Poll Tolls

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Once more unto the breach, dear friends

Once more the polling booth calls

A chance to exorcise the demon

Who has our country by the balls

 

Once more unto the breach

Carry forth the battle cry

Reverse Draconian policies

That said our weakest had to die

 

Stand up, be counted, be seen, be heard

Be part of something more

A movement taking back control

From Murdoch’s grey insectoid whore

 

We have an opportunity

We cannot let it slip away

We have to rid our country

Of these cunts who darken every day

 

Society has stumbled

What happens next is key

Whether on our feet and in the race

Or toppled to one knee

 

Once more unto the breach, dear friends

Each day we see this movement grow

Spreading word from mouth to ear

Making sure the people know

 

Once more unto the breach

We wont go silently into the night

We will not let the hate prevail

We will not bow to the fascist right

 

Onwards, upwards, join the ranks

Add your strength to the growing might

Then standing strong and standing tall

We’ll stand our ground and win this fight

 

Billy 21/4/17

 

The politics of anger

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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

Your “Mail” is showing

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Who still buys a paper?
Who thinks we’re going in the right misdirection?
And then tries to justify it with “I don’t really read it”
“I only get it for the telly and sport section?”
Yet you still attune to their stance
Without ever seeing the connection
Or feeling yourself led by the nose
To every kneejerk, over-reaction
Dragged in by headlines
A daily dose of bias confirmation
Programming a once open mind
Setting what was once YOUR inclination
Subverting core values
To control your imagination
Setting the patterns
For your every consternation
A breakfast of opinion
Selective in reflection
Breeding diseased thoughts
A self-administered infection
 
Billy 31/12/16

It does exactly what it says on the tin

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I’m the sum of my parts
The result of my whole
I wear the scars
Of every missed goal
A life you can read
In the lines on my face
I don’t do “hidden depths”
Those are wasted space
If I’ve lived it, it’s there
Right out on display
In the tones of my voice
In the things that I say
Lessons I have learned
Causes I have fought
Truths I’ve discovered
Lies I have bought
A collection of being
All wrapped up in me
There is no illusion here
I am what you see

Billy 5/10/16

Walking my own path

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If there’s a judgement forming?
Then just fucking don’t
An attempt to label who I am?
Well it just fucking won’t
You really think you’re helping here?
You couldn’t be more wrong
Your just filling my gaps with your own views
Putting them where they don’t fucking belong
Please don’t use your standards
To judge the things I do
I don’t necessarily march along
To the same beat of the drum as you
Your World, and mine, are not the same
They turn at their own pace
To find their paths to what will be
It’s not a fucking race
So now I’ll struggle forwards
Try to follow my own lead
Through this thorny uncertainty
You cultured from your seed
I will take your judgement
And what you think you know
And even though it weighs me down?
I just won’t let it show
So get off your moral high horse
Try to see things from down here
Then before you make assumptions
Don’t just listen.. Try to hear
I won’t try to meet your challenge
Play your game and toe your line
Because although you think it’s the only way?
That’s your opinion ……… Not fucking mine

Billy 16/9/16