Political / Social Poems (810)

The rich
may lose alittle
but they will still
be rich
the poor will lose
nothing
for they will still
be poor
but for you
who call your self
middle class
it shall be you
we will meet
on the streets
and in the parks
with your cardboard blanket
looking
for a place
thats warm
while your children start
over again
trying
to claw back all
that you have lost
all becouse
you had put
your trust
into the ballet box
of hope

It is
when we allow
the broken voices
that whisper
inside our head
to grow twisted roots
under our thin skin
of common sense
that slowly strangles
our sense of pride
of being
what we try to hide
forever chained
behind a mask
where our tears reflect
our childrens pain
for not being
what we claim

Maybe im simple
but i dont
understand
why do we hide
in the lands
of twisted speach
why do we hide
from the words
that will give us
alittle freedom
that will make us
stand
head held high
when we see the light
within the eyes
of our child
so why do we hide
from the old
and the young
the crippled
and the ones
yet to come
why do we agree
to be called words
not of our name
words
of twisted meanings
that do nothing
but decay
the very nature
of the light
that used to shine
within their eyes
that used to make you
proud to be alive
yet we hide

If we say
nothing
and pretend
we do not see
would our conscious agree
that we should persuade
our morals to believe
it was just a figment
a broken piece
of fear and pain
draging
her broken batterd body
from the shadows
of a filthy ally
into the crying rain

Do we pass by
like strangers
within a field
that could connect us
where empathy
still trys
to touch the blind
where common sense
hangs by a thread
on a damaged bridge
that spans the cracks
between us

We
can no longer
Live
in the land
of our birth
when what we need
only exists
within Foreign lands
a little Peace
for our kids
we
can no longer
Live
in the land
of our birth
where to Live in Peace
is an illusion
broken
by the pain
of seeing pieces
of woman and Children
scatterd upon
this once beutiful land
by those
WHO have been trained
to spread the pain
to break the Peace
we once held
within

Through the maze
of uncertiantys
through the pain
and the fear
through the valley
of broken promises
and the friendships
they wear
on the banks
of wishfull thinking
with MY bridges
burning clear
I slowly
start to wonder
why
am i here

lives crossword
answers that may anger
why bother
just say, baaaa
and take a trim, like a man

FDA approved
cat sniffs it
runs away
I'll have some more

Hello, my name is Montague William 3rd.
And what I will tell you may well sound absurd.
But the less who believe it the better for me.
For you see I'm in Banking and big industry.

For many a year we have controlled your lives.
While you all just struggle and suffer in strife.
We created the things that you don't really need.
Your sports cars and Fashions and Plasma TV's.

I remember it clearly how all this begun.
Family secrets from Father to Son.
Inherited knowledge that gives me the edge.
While you peasants, people lie sleeping at night in your beds.

We control the money that controls your lives.
Whilst you worship false idols and wouldn't think twice.
Of selling your souls for a place in the sun.
These things that won't matter when your time is done.

But as long as they're there to control the masses.
I just sit back and consider my assets.
Safe in the knowledge that I have it all.
While you common people are losing your jobs.

You see I just hold you in utter contempt.
But the smile on my face well it makes me exempt.
For I have the weapon of global TV.
Which gives us connection and invites empathy.

You would really believe that we look out for you.
While we Bankers and Brokers are only a few.
But if you saw that then you'd take back the power.
Hence daily terrors to make you all cower.

The Panics the crashes the wars and the illness.
That keep you from finding your Spiritual Wholeness.
We rig the game and we buy out both sides.
To keep you enslaved in your pitiful lives.

So go out and work as your body clock fades.
And when it's all over a few years from the grave.
You'll look back on all this and just then you'll see.
That your life was nothing, a mere fantasy.

There are very few things that we don't now control.
To have Lawyers and Police Force was always a goal.
Doing our bidding as you march on the street.
But they never realise they're only just sheep.

For real power resides in the hands of a few.
You voted for parties what more could you do.
But what you don't know is they're one and the same.
Old Gordon has passed good old David the reigns.

And you'll follow the leader who was put there by you.
But your blood it runs red while our blood runs blue.
But you simply don't see its all part of the game.
Another distraction like money and fame.

Get ready for wars in the name of the free.
Vacinations for illness that will never be.
The assault on your children's impressionable minds,
and a micro chipped world. You'll put up no fight.

Information suppression will keep you in toe
Depopulation of peasants was always our goal
But eugenics was not what we hoped it would be
Oh yes it was us that funded Nazis!

But as long as we own all the media too
What's really happening does not concern you
So just go on watching your plasma TV
And the world will be run by the ones you can't see.