Power down
But you never have chance to
Power down
Government changing hands too
Power down
It’s in their plans to
Power;
Us down
To push policy plans through.
Lightbulb
When you finally realise the state
Lightbulb
Ideas falling into place
Lightbulb
Won’t stay on in a darkened space
Lightbulb;
Dimming
Is our struggle and our fate.
Shock
Charge from a volt
Shock
Bank charge is your own fault
Shock
Electri-City company cult
Shock;
Horror
Cost of living insult.
Snooze you lose
The emperor’s got amuse-bouche
Yesterday’s muse
Pales into insignificance
When you’ve got no food.
Leadership battle
Pray to silence politician’s prattle
Tell-tale will always tittle and tattle
Morbid magnificence
Cause we are already culled cattle.
Another day done
Counting down until the final one
Rebellion quelled by quango sponge
Resolute reticence
Society controlled by scum.
House of common creatures
Falsehood is a permanent feature
Nurse, retail worker and teacher
All paid a pittance
But it’s just a policy procedure.
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.
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.
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 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.
It’s moronic that what we need
To survive as people
Creates poverty and greed
And is the square root of evil.
Money. You guessed it
Our master and commander
You bank it and invest it
To make your life much grander.
Poverty is an economic prison
Euros, pounds, dollars and deniro
Money talks and people listen
Until your balance reaches zero.
Greed is buying up all the property
And leasing it to the poor for rent
In a game of real life monopoly
Played by none but one per cent.
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