You can’t un-see
Once you’ve cut the red tape
You remain unfree
Shackled thoughts won’t escape.
When it doesn’t make sense
Whenever you listen
There’s no recompense, in a
Taxable war of attrition.
“You won’t have to suffer
If you’d just work harder!”
No nutritional buffer
For empty stomach and larder.
This so-called elite
I just don’t understand
They’d cut off your feet
And insist that you stand.
Whatever it might be
It’s them and not me
Something found you’ll still miss
The thing is…
I can’t put my finger on it
Darkness can never be lit
Never cease nor desist
The thing is…
You’ll find a problem you look for
In colour, creed, or much more
Whether words or a fist
The thing is…
We all bleed one way
Same colour, red – every day
The thing is…
We are all in this.
Together.
The Sun carries the fate
Of our future on its back
The Son carries the weight
Of his past in his pack.
The Sun practices beaming
Ready for the summer show
The Son forever dreaming
Of freedom free to grow.
The Sun solemn staring
At a world disintegrating
The Son struggles caring
In a world hell-bent on hating.
The Sun won’t last forever
But will far out last the Son
The Son’s a trifle clever
But he won’t surpass the Sun.
There were selfish celebrations
While we were locked inside
Salubrious salutations
Meant irony did not hide.
Pain, anger and dirt fills
The way that we all feel
Going around in circles
Like a hamster in a wheel.
Once you’ve seen the bigger picture
You can never then return
To believing shallow scripture
That the bourgeoisie then burn.
It’s a time of utter travesty
And Orwellian hypocrisy
Getting hoodwinked by humanity
In deceptive dead demockracy.
They love when you’re whole
But despise you when you ain’t
The black and dark of the hole
Is nothing they could ever paint
It’s what you read and learn
Propaganda for the eyes and ears
And the more you pay and earn
Will only ever amplify your fears
Cause they don’t care about us
They want us blinded all the while
Misgiving honest trust
And sucking poison with a smile.
All the poison
All the while.
The only way is up when rock bottom’s been hit
After your mind has been smeared from a fan full of shit
When life didn’t pan out quite exquisite
And you’re chewing real dirt tasting your own true grit.
It’s hard to be wholesome in a world so broken
Surrounded by sleeping minds afraid to be woken
Fractured leg-acies left bereft and unspoken
Whilst taken and took as a novelty token.
The denial of free thought and free speech through laws
Show the fights of the future won’t be physical wars
True freedom lives between those ears of yours
In the mind of a rebel who trebles their cause.
Thoughts are running wild
Their hoofs unruly; trample
Cerebellum sands reviled
Scatter, scurry and they scramble
A lack of understanding
As to why this burden carries
Aptitude is demanding
Mind and fear; forever marries
It’s hard to point the pin
If there ever really was one
In self-loathing, selfish skin
That coalesces til it’s gone
Yes, the suffering it stings
But the feeling never lasts
The ‘only hope’ should cling
Yielded tight within the grasp.
Sadness
Is realising
Your dreams never live up
To expectation.
Your mind is unbounded
But reality is
Founded in disappointment.
Such a silly boy.
It’s never going to be
What you expect
Just accept
It.
This can’t be life
Hours and minutes
Is it Misery’s wife?
Sadly passed til it’s finished.
Crushing disappointment
Around every corner
Now I’m a fly in the ointment
Tomorrow’s maudlin mourner.
Brutality is the common tongue
Existence is a forgotten song.
Love has been lost forever
In a society that’s broken
Future ties have been severed
Empathetic words left unspoken.
Making the mark
But it’s benevolence burst
Daunting and dark
A world that awards the worst.
Respect; it retreated
Future is frantically fearful
Discussion gets deleted
Tumult is tyrannic and tearful.
Riding the rails
Halfway heaven and hell
Fighting yet frail
Fortune? Forever it fell.
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