What Have We?

 

[An extract of this poem was first published in Catalonia Today magazine, December 2014.]

There's the vacant look of history's books
Slave labour and murder thy neighbour
Innocents torture and screw your own daughter
This is the past we still have

We see human remains and bullet-trains
Product wars and useless laws
Greed as a virtue and carers that hurt you
This is the present we have

We have reasons to die, anything you can buy
The aching of hunger and shrinking jungle
The good times are back with daily Prozac
This is the future that right now we have

The limp hand of the state and rape-a-date
The power of one at the point of a gun
And a liar's smile when truth's on trial
This is the justice we have

The time of your life beating up on your wife
Guilty sin and that hollow ring
Your god's creation and Sony Play Station
These are the glories we have

We watch lives of the rich, bodies filling a ditch
And Starbucks,...but who gives a fuck?
We have ignorance bliss
A world like this.


 

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There's the vacant look of history's books
Slave labour and murder thy neighbour
Innocents torture and screw your own daughter
This is the past we still have

We see human remains and bullet-trains
Product wars and useless laws
Greed as a virtue and carers that hurt you
This is the present we have

We have reasons to die, anything you can buy
The aching of hunger and shrinking jungle
The good times are back with daily Prozac
This is the future that right now we have

The limp hand of the state and rape-a-date
The power of one at the point of a gun
And a liar's smile when truth's on trial
This is the justice we have


The time of your life beating up on your wife
Guilty sin and that hollow ring
Your god's creation and Sony Play Station
These are the glories we have

We watch lives of the rich, bodies filling a ditch
And Starbucks,...but who gives a fuck?
We have ignorance bliss
A world like this.

 
 

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