I believe in peaceful protest…

The fists in the street rise

in solidarity

just a symbol

but the beat down is quick and sick

blood spills down the street like cans of red paint

police on horses with their batons

create bruises and scar tissue patterns

are we scared to rise up against are so called masters?

or will it be a disaster

maybe our upper lips are too stiff

or the memes and distractions too much of a gift?

Spiralling costs

are we lost?

in profit driven madness companies gains

the stains of the poor are blood sweat and tears

is humanity only governed by their fears

Are we too afraid or too tough

to say enough is enough.

A National scandal

A National scandal

that’s hard to handle

Eton boys

with powerful people used as toys

the ploys

of system

billionaires with their terror wrists write cheques

disabled people die with no respect

media moguls cry wolf

when they are predators

preying on our petty fears

making us cry fetish tears

we are the children who have no power

soured by the failing democracy

an autocratic dictatorial government

of hypocrisy

who no longer view as people

an evil view of us as merely slaves

to a system

which will make us redundant

which AI and robots will make abundantly clear

through a narrow lens.

We need to end the war

The war on the poor and disabled continues

what is the truth if we can’t see through our black windows

our phones the black mirrors of fortune

as we dance to the corporations tune

like rats to the pied piper

or fight in wars and get hit by snipers

we are lining the pockets of shareholders

getting fleeced as we get older

we the poor and obsolete

can’t fall in line or retreat

we don’t fit in their plan

A.I another scam

computers too cool for school

and the corporations rule

the ones who can’t ascend the corporate ladder

will be forced into suicide

I can’t let this slide

as the planet dies

we have to work together or perish

love can it win? we need a child’s courage…

Capitalism is spent

Capitalism

The poor’s prison
couldn’t hold us we have no value
binned in the sin bin
the void is massive and not narrow
unless you go to Eaton or Harrow
you will never get to be an MP
and make a change to the system or stats
Life was made for fat cats and bankers
don’t worry I can just about afford the bus you wankers
we live in a free country or are we free but dumb
Is there any real freedom?
in the rat race chase for digital money
if we make a loss, print some more or take out a loan
quantitative easing splurge your money on wanton distractions
Tv,computers, phones, the system works in subtraction
take away all your time so you cannot rebel
Welcome to hell and the shell of system
we are organised enough to make a change?
life is too hard to rearrange?
When we work in our family packs
like dogs or other animals
human beings working for own destruction
the planet is being destroyed by plastic and green house gases
while we too distracted by prosthetic tits and asses
getting them done or seeing them on show
sex opium it’s the new scent
no wonder capitalism is spent.

Days of austerity

These are the days where you’d sell your own mother to get by
Austerity a cancer that causes us to die
Everyone working for themselves
Just to afford to buy cigarettes and alcohol from shop shelves
We have no time for those who lose life’s game
They are nameless and die in pain
For being poor is a disability in it self
Wealth is freedom and stealth
To hide your bank accounts in tax havens
You found your heaven
Look away all you gamblers who bank on a chain of lucky sevens
You’ll be ruined like cheques in the rain
We are lost, we cannot change
For we are all fighting for small change
and you don’t have a twenty pence to your name…