Oppositions
Truth remains truth, despite fostering ignorance, Right stems not from application of might. Bones don’t mend by deadening the pain, Day does not end by declaring: ‘It is night.’ . Freedom is not served by applying more laws. It is time to realise, before it’s …
The River Becomes a Line
The river becomes a line. The line becomes a wall. The wall becomes a symbol. Or the empty souls it holds. . Fear becomes a need. Need becomes a hole. A hole that seeks more ‘stuff’, Than any soul can hold. . Fear becomes the …
Snowflakes
So firm our opinions, So certain our convictions, Our might is our righteousness, We brook no resistance. . Empathy’s a dirty word; The refuge of the weak. And all the talk of hubris, Is just the squeaking of the meek.
The Lords and Masters Prayer
Dear Rulers, Who dwell in havens, Powerful be thy games. Through wealth and gun, Your will be done To all By right of might. Give us this day our daily outrage, And protect us from other opinions As we promote yours. . Lead us not …
Shoot Me Up
You call into question If I am sane Don’t want mercury blood Or a fluoride brain, AGL from the skies, Glyphosate crops, Seems one way or another, You’re shooting me up. . Nuking my head While I talk on the phone. Recording my life, Even …
O-well…
(A bellyfeel happyclap at Minister Trump’s doubleplusgood prolefeed released by recdep announcing the dayorder on everpeace with our evertime allies, Israesia… Plusgood duckspeak! Death to EastAsia!) Loss is Profit; Childhood: Maturity. Attack is Defence; Theft is Security. – Love is Hate; Kindness is Weak. …
Unaccounted
In the rattle, crack, buzz and zip, You lost count of the times you slipped In that blood and mud sea. Your ears burned, Having heard That you wouldn’t hear The one meant for you. So, you reasoned, (Logic?) If you could hear every pop- …
Rusty (About Ready to Give Up)
(A ‘maybe song’, [i.e. when I get around to it]. Inspired after rehearsing with a cut on my finger. Yep… it’s *that* profound) I’m not comfortable around people All the users; all the sheeple. I’d truly be a hermit if I could. But, for …
