A glimmer
A memory of a memory
The flash of a camera bulb
As the anorexic chance gets slimmer.
Forgotten
Yesterday’s news is buried treasure
And X barks the dog
And the dog eats itself; rotten.
Avarice
Is devouring a banquet feast
Set out in front of a rough sleeper
Too famished to throw a fist.
Cupidity
Hunting with arrows for more
Material or maniacal power prêt à manger
Sustained solely by stupidity.
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.
A wall is made for breaking down
A brickyard’s tears, a stony frown
Ventless, relentless, in the past
America, Berlin, Belfast
Partition found on world renown.
A bridge is made to bring together
A culture crossing, a road for better
Far-reaching, for teaching
The human condition’s seeking
Each step across is a capped feather.
The walls you put up within your heart
Deny a chance for love to start
Foreboding, eroding
Bitterness, self-loathing
Constant reminder – landing marks.
The bridge you build will bolster new
Strengthens souls and spirits too
Co-operation, exaltation
Meeting in the middle; combination
Helps humanity by uniting you.
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.
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.
Their weight on your mind
Their weight on your shoulders
Their weight you will find
Bearing down above us
Their pressure’s always present
Their pressure seems benign
Their pressure so unpleasant
When your life is undermined
Their future’s never honest
Their future seems so grey
Their future isn’t promised
When you’re living for today
Our past is there behind us
Our past always matters
Our past always reminds us
When our spirit seems so shattered
That we’ve always got eachother
When the thread is wearing thin
You’re my sister and my brother
And every new start, starts within.
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