Political / Social Poems (810)

"Veneer"

In the begin'...

Under this thin veneer of civility,

That we call society,

Rests a progressive lowly-ness,

Capable of militant brutality.

Men playing out to the Hilt,

Professing their manly-ness,

Forgetting they are Human?

Planting seeds of change...?

Against our willing-ness.

THE END.

Scorpley - early 2008
*revised tonight oct-23-09

perhaps we are on a plain of a future to bring us to the next, yet I can't fathom why it's an all about me world, so much anger, non due expression, finger pointin attitudes, is from sunrise to sunset, most in retreat of future livin in lights out past, gettin stronger that way, as it shows day by day, what the hell's goin on I dare you ask self, what'll twenty years bring with no changes today, a cause worthy of fight yet in numbers the way. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .~

Cradled and comfortable for death
I wept, I wept and cried a sleepless pain
And the empty darkness consumed the rain
For which I'm known
I'm born I'm killed I'm dead, I'm dead
I'm you if you were me
I'm every life ended in pain
I'm every life ended in pain

End it in pain

Unaccepted, I don't want to fight you
The emptiness is filled with the absence of light
I'm young I'm old I'm inbetween
And everone is affraid of things they dream
I can't life but I don't want to die
I don't have what it takes to even try
I'm the sadness in your eyes
I'm the sadness in childrens eyes

In childrens lies

Litigation, Don't make me beg
Acting as if nothing was ever said
I'm dead, I'm dead in an open grave
And when the sun came out thay made me their slave
I'm you if you were me
I'm you if you were free

Travelled far ?

At times I think that my life has made a turn
Only to watch it crash and burn
Promises made, never followed through
People’s values differ, I know it’s true
Society expectations is at an all time low
Shallow are we that emphasise the show
Do I look good in this, do I drive the rite car
Is this the place to be seen, have we travelled that far?
Dept is the beast that we now feed
Life now is driven by simple greed
I sit and watch the world rotate
Theft, murder, fear and hate
What has happened to human race?
In the streets of the privileged there off there face
Down at the corner some one is dead
Blood all around, bullet through his head
So life has no value it seems so bazaar
We must push on, have we travelled that far?


Jeff 09

we are very busy in life
we have only one life here
so we need to fulfill our dreams
as soon as posible
and we think ,no chance to get
enough time for it.
need more time to reach the top
so we are avoiding so many things
happenig around us.
it means no time to waste..
we made walls between our homes
and even in our soul
its not nice to hear others problems
those we can easly solve for them.
we need more care and love from others
but fails to give these to others
we forget that , we are human beings
who can only give and get what they wants...

I have a testamony of my own
I'm drowning in this world
And floating through a strange
encounter of flesh
Dead, hot, amusement
of the mind
To exsist souly
for an attempt at self-demise
Whisper me lies
The child within me cries
And in the end everybody dies

Talk to me...
or about me,
To your convineince.
Include me
let me feel wanted
Break away from this trendy hate
The world has for me
Treat me like me
Not like the mass populous
I am different
I cannot change
I have tried
So hard have I tried

With every tear
You never knew I cried

Random acts of vengence
just so hate can breed
Those of us who hurt ourselves
are victums of our greed

A pergatory of permanance
a place to place your brain
Because once you look inside yourself
you'll never be the same

Poetic propoganda
to make you think your free
Don't believe a word you heard
unless it came from me

Self inflicted sorrow
lies consume our lives
Life repeats itself
and in the end everybody dies

Apcolyptic exile
ashes of pain
Death, deatn, death
F**k the world and all the rest

I create
I destroy
I recreate
and destroy again

we make are poems we make are rymes
We make up stories to solve crimes or passion
the alpabet we use this are faverite tools
A ? make a dash a full stop

A capital for the begining
a dot for are stop
word we make up words we have learnt

Vortexs swirling
Endless pinnings
People parting with arms entwining
Huge money spent on high class dining
Endless meetings, retracted greetings
Devils working with eternal Cravings.
New conflicts with people dying
Starving children and people crying
Painfull yearnings ,extreme lost earnings
Tragic lyings,feathers flying
Constant stirrings and untold hurtings
The planets dying and were still striving
Hearts entangled and nerves are jangled
New diseases, people sneezing
Poverty and people barely eating
Air pollution and anxious feelings
Check yourself, are you still breathing
Coddled politicians and constant reelings
Heroin addicts and alcohol dealings
Can't we all just have some feelings
Ranting,ravings and thoughts of wealth
Dying children and gigantic savings
Pollute the earth,forget the health
Molecules that kill your breathing,
Money spent on killing masses.
Whats in it for me and save your asses
Private clubs and general apathy
Vent your anger now on society
Money competiton and stockpiled metals
Painfull dyings, material amassing
Superficial selfish practices,
Anxious cell phones and texting classes,
Rationed food and new improved optic glasses
Pointed buildings stretching skyward
Shimmering coated window glasses
What we need is more golf passes
Stylish logos,no more hobos
Move the homeless but leave us blameless.
Walk away and we are shameless.
Killer gasses,pollution increases
Make more money,shut up honey
Pain and suffering, stock price stuffing
Gods work waining,stupid straining
Volcanic eruptions,climatic changes
Sordid stories,paperazzi and winning photos
Killer storms and killer bees,
What can all these things mean
Frugal families and tragic losses
Will whipped employees and hurtful bosses
Declining frogs in lakes and bogs
Start up your gas guzzling hog
Liquidate and stem the losses
Sellout mankind for just a song
Where and when did it all go wrong

The lyrical tradition
Often entails sowing sedition
When things are like unto
The nine layers of hell,
And you can't even tell
If evil is literal or
Metaphorical anymore.
Some say its human nature
But Hell couldn't be any worse
Than the atrocity we spread
In the end, like the philosopher said
Tis only the quick and the dead
Who have seen the end to this curse
Human nature at its worst, in verse,
Sewing hate, fear, misery, and war.
Hate, anger, greed, disdain in
The poor's greatest time of need,
As they pocket their millions
From the suffering of billions,
And the devil laughs all the way
To the bank, the only one to thank
Is ourselves for lazy complacency
In the face of obvious amoral tyranny
The poet is laughing at the irony.