At a rate of knots…
Than I can gather my thoughts
No more clued up
Than drawing lots
Greed driven arrogance
Calling the shots
With an appetite
Impossible to sate
Dying in the grate
And told who to hate
There’s no such thing as fate
At least the illusion is real…
This concept that life’s comforts are a deal.
And that we’re not just stumbling
From meal to processed meal
While corporations feed on souls
Trade-offs to achieve financial goals
With society closing it’s borders
To those who don’t know their given roles
Where there used to be hope
Now we just find a society that cannot cope
As division stalks the streets
And decency hangs by a hand-knotted rope
We always had the Western lie
That somewhere else
Others have things worse than you and I
And we can make things better if we only try
Our shared fear has a changing face
No longer nation against nation, or race against race
Insatiable greed is the enemy now
So don’t be in the way, when there’s profit to chase
Consumable Society, a World that’s built on sticks
Fed on lies and distracted by cheap tricks
One where it’s thought better
To just throw away and buy afresh, rather than fix
News is a weapon, a dancing clown
Wielded by the wearer of the corporate crown
Greed won the Cold War it seems
And Freedom died the day the wall came down.
I have no words
…Well that’s clearly a lie
But I’m struggling
What’s put me on this horse so high
To me it seems so clear
That far too many seemingly bright folk
Are sticking their heads up their arses
While their hard earned rights are revoked
They spout about British values
While anything of value is stripped
Then accept the bullshit diversions
While their pockets
And savings are dipped
Free information is coming
Is where truth shall see
Masks will drop,
True purpose show
Those thrown to the wolves will scatter and flee
But sat back in the shadows
Strings will still be pulled
Lives will still be
Up for trade
People will still be ruled
I’m losing heart
I’m losing faith
Society deaf to the cries
Yet many out there
Are still taken in by
Their self-preserving lies
Greed has taken over
The mantra still the same
Their ball, their bat, their pitch
And it’s still their fucking game!!!!
Remember when we had opinions?
What happened to those days when we were all allowed a choice?
Where did the respect go?
How do we speak out if we’re not allowed a voice?
When did we stop listening?
When did we transform into this pack of howling dogs?
When did we stop trying?
When did we lose our forward drive, our interlinking cogs?
When did it fall out of fashion
To think your own thoughts and then put it your own way
Why did we take the decision
To shout down, or ignore, what others have to say?
Why is it somehow accepted
To ridicule a view from antagonistic stance?
How come it’s now OK
To burst someone’s bubble with your own self-righteous lance
How do we get life back on track?
How can we unite these cultures so we re-entwine
When will we face it?
And stop just pretending, that everything is fine
When will we really pay attention?
Give difference somewhat more than just the customary glance
How can we look into a future?
Look around, society’s just too stagnant to advance
Speaking out should not become a conflict
If we can’t talk together then this World just will not cope
It seems to me we’re running low on options
And pretty soon the only one that we’ll have left is hope
There’s fear in the air
For some it’s just too much
I sense it all around me
I feel it’s stagnant touch
I see it’s shadow darken light
Heartbreak building walls
Deafness to abounding cries
Locked up, darkened halls
Brotherhood a time gone by
As hate devours hope
Society hangs limp by it’s neck
We looped and tied the rope
We’re better than we’re showing
Humanity is key
Unlocking truth’s long hidden
Allow blind eyes to see
Difference can define us
But that way spells defeat
Leads us to division
And spite upon our streets
We look into the chasm
Growing darker day by day
This darkness will devour us
If we can’t find another way
Pic. by Mizth
Tomorrow I’m starting again
All this emotional shite I’ve been fighting?
From now on it’s being put to the pen
It can form some new verse, rhythmic and deep
And I can bury it deep in the ‘then’
As if life could just be so breezy
I’d be able to switch off the burning flame inside
Just once, sleep without the usual feeling queasy
Life doesn’t work like that, but it’s always worth a try
They say nothing worthwhile comes easy
Who knows there could be some insight
Some fragments of an inner truth that opens up a door
Allowing shadows long hid to spill and be devoured by the light
Cleansed by illumination, wielding clarity like a blade
Demons exorcised by rapier rays so bright
It’s all in the watching eyes though
Being out in the open can only draw their gaze
Fear dancing in the eyes of those who cannot know
I can only do this if let myself be seen
And allow my Demons to be right out there on show
Can I ever find my own special place?
Where courage feeds the deepest soul’s desires
And I have the strength to fill my rightful space
Can I really fight the stigma that besets me?
And stand and stare it down, face to face
I’ll forgive you if you think I’m rather strange
I’d be thinking something similar if it wasn’t my own life
And I’d witnessed such a variable range
Now the question that I ask is “will you help me?”
That’s the only way that we will get society to change