Gaunt faces, Belsen like, shivering in Oxam coats
and parcels of food in Red Cross Boxes,
schools struggling to open, free dinners lost
and hospitals stretched, homes wrecked and
breaking, while the MPs and corporations
sit
counting their profits and refusing to see
the results of rabid greed and sleep easy
in their clean warm beds.
Its a war on words and ideas that are just,
they make a pact and renegade on the fact
that you agreed their wielded written word’s;
scorn you and laugh at your confusion and plot
your demise, descending hope falls broken,
and to cope is through tears, heartbreak
and blood shed on your doorstep.
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Armies muster their support with guns,
governments insist on their inalienable
rights over your right to free speech, and
the freedom to care for your famished
family, by pushing up profits for profiteers
and making your income shrink as the
companies raise prices but pay petty tax.
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There is a whisper that things might be
improving, so that we accept their disdain
and even tolerate their lie infested talk,
We walk an ever decreasing circle of
fascist dictatorships and the liberal loss
of our democracies, having ignored
the prophets with their scary prophecies.
Generations crippled and controlled,
controversially, cruel governments
count the dead and silence the poor;
while the elite count their moneys
and parade themselves fortuitously
in roles designating fearful fascism.
Comprehensibly overtaking press and
media manipulating and monitoring
until the oppressed seek redress.
——
Painfully the demonstrating populace,
face the potential ruinous choice of
punishment,
to uphold hope in a vote,
to definitely restore a determined
democracy, replacing the right wing
ruling by a good people; prevailing
and working for the common good.
There, in the place of privilege and parliament,
she held the flame high. And showed clearly the
darkness that assaults the poor and divided David
Cameron’s almost managing ’til their larders are
emptied of succour and their frightful futures fixed
with a hasty handful of wealth cultivated wishes.
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Although this time the poor are paying for the rich,
their fingers in frayed pockets for rich folks’ care,
their homes will go while bloated pockets only pay
for their own pleasures and privileges, homes in
exotic islands, money in expat banks. All are
taking the bread out of the mouths of little babes.
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The light will always shine in the darkness and
the truth will always out. Turning the lives of the
wealthy patrons and persons of high living into
questions;
and levelling up will become a torrid
affair where polls are lost and a new party born.
They sit in chairs, high in office but low in morals,
their tables show the capers of a paper trail that is lit
by more than flames of fire, they burn with people’s
lives lost to avarice, abuse of power, an alter-ego that
professes and stresses while manipulating the minds
——
of the electorate, to empower the cowering frauds,
who love to disempower, destroying their livings
and still they hear the half truths as gold and the
lies as silver, and make a cross for the dross who
struggle to hide their glee as the free vote for chains.
Bombast and rhetoric that lines the domain,
blasting through democracy and destroying,
bruising the nerves and breaking the news,
to split and divide neighbours so they can
cruelly conquer the looking lost, the pain
filled poor, the long time oppressed, and
dignity dies from preventable diseases
while they warmonger to warp their
furtherance. And the fragile minds of
=====================
children are mutilated by ill timed
mumblings that deaden the brain to
hasty honour, love and self-worth
tidily sorted away as something bad,
while the nasty peddling of putrid
policies work in the veins of a populace,
to dislocate and deaden until the dead
===================
arise and triumph over the sad sickness
of oppression, organised hatred, and
so a new happence, a hope, like the
halfling trudging through Gondor with
the weight of the world in a wicked ring,
persevered, while evil conquered itself and
good overcame.
Muttering behind their fisted hands,
and murmuring voiced their complaints,
and muted applause for a strangled clause,
that moderates a response while killing goes on.
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Burbling streams that wear folk down,
and buttering up the cream of influence,
and bartered appeals that threaten children,
through bargaining that weights the loaded die.
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Fractured opposition falls infighting,
failing to see the tyrants’ colluding coup,
and frightened the oppressed are grateful for
fragments that fall from the tyrants tasty tables.
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Imprisoned, passionate prophets cry for lost chances,
indifference feeding fascist lies and cheating, with
promises of rich rewards and contracts to
shore up their shredding of democracy.
Their faces hidden by veiled views of disdain
towards the poor and unemployed, suffering slaves
and a cold contempt for the ones who stand
against the constant cover-up of criminal
——–
actions that pass unheeded before the courts,
which they manipulate to their own ends
and the visor of innocence is strengthened
by misinformation and paparazzi headlines.
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The right wing mask is on and behind darkling
doors they force through laws that give them
unlimited powers,
give peerages to Russians
and
so, we wriggling like
baited
worms
struggle
and
drown,
to
feed
their
callous
coffers.