Showered by the selfish legacy, media brainwashes the masses.
Eyes roll destitute of vision, bereft of independent decision.
Within the hypocrisy of silence, arrogance stains the soil.
Whispered visions travel with vapours, dismissed as impossible; idealistic; naive;
‘Misguided, young heart you are nothing but:
The wrong sex, wrong colour, wrong empathiser.’
Imperial greed still reigns.
Wretchedness of past despots are worshipped by the boomers.
Compassion mocked by powerful elite, amplified in print.
Humanity destructs inevitably, with a manifestation of exhaustion and apathy.
The self fulfilling prophecy of weakness can be halted
But we must believe in our strength, in our voice, in unity.
“I think there are two ways in which people are controlled. First of all frighten people and secondly, demoralize them.” Tony Benn
His love was real; yet abstract,
Romancing a dream of a future,
That he could not live.
Reality he could not love
And in blackness he leapt with
Dragging him to an absoluteness
That he knew
He did not really want to live.
Make each other laugh
A bit too loudly,
Eat noodles and create a mess,
Play iPod roulette,
Eat vanilla ice cream
With black bits in,
Walk by the sea
Climb a hill,
Be in the audience,
Watch each other do their job,
Investigate whether music
Can make the hairs on our arms stand up,
Stagger home from the pub
Put a tent up in the rain,
Weed the garden shouting chit chat,
Help each other put a rucksack on,
Carry out a joint bargaining strategy
For a wooden statue in a Indian market,
Stand speechless in ancient ruins,
Guide each other home,
Read a story out loud,
Digest the weekend papers
From cover to cover in silence,
Watch the night stars
And the dawn from a boat, mud hut
Or bedroom window;