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.
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.
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.
When you’re told what to think
By populist rhetoric and martial law
When you’re told when to blink
Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.
When your mental health’s on the brink
From constant pressure galore
And your heart starts to sink
Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.
When your only relief is drugs and drink
And your spirit is broken to its core
As they dismantle every link
Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.
When your future’s as bright as invisible ink
Wondering; is it really worth fighting for?
When dreams so big are forced to shrink
Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.
Isn’t it funny?
What people will do for money
The world still turns
No matter how much we earn
You can preach the scriptures
Or take some erotic pictures
But the only one that wins
Is a banker or a prince
Cause you’ll never matter at all
To those with collateral
And you can spend your time working
But the rich will suck your worth in
Our essence has been thwarted
By corporations who purported
Unrealistic rumours
That…
It’s quintessential to be consumers.
Smoke and mirrors wed
Inhaling reflected tobacco
Getting filled with dread
By a distraction taco
Take your eye off the ball
As they bounce you out
While they have it all
And the truth you doubt
Political Punch
Overflowing the jug
Crumbled credit crunch
Swept under the rug
When you watch TV
Believing their proof
Blinded by fuckery
And don’t see the truth.
The more that you learn
The less you know
People grow concerned
Like Pinocchio’s nose
Falsity is believed
By conduit of media
Minds malicious; mislead
Fear amplified by tedium
They turn us into drones
While we fly their flags
Social media, iPhones
Distracting hashtags
It’s a sad situation
Absurd and obscene
For a blinded generation
Watching television screens.
The Mockingbird calls the shots
While politicking puerile plots
The blood it coagulates and clots
And History memory forgot.
Tears pour down Sorrow’s cheek
Hope cries out bruised and bleak
A universal losing streak
Would you want this Earth if you were meek?
The sense of loss from Zeitgeist’s grief
Innocents incur broke belief
Future frowns at Tomorrow’s thief
While pulling teeth for pure relief.
Short tempers, short words
And even shorter memories
Short attention span occurs
Like school kids in assemblies
“They’re all full of shit!
And they’re all fucking rotten!”
By the time the seam’s split
It’s all gone and forgotten
Desensitised destruction
Of the common man’s mind
Wait for instruction
The blind leading the blind
Those three mice never got fed
Farmer’s wife chases their blues
Missing their tails, full of dread
Who cares? It’s just yesterday’s news.
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