Streams, streams
Of silly string and statements

Spoilt from the start
not a coin earned from heart

And the audacity to defend
a blood-tattered, soul-shattered legacy
an interest that serves itself to the bitter end
and a hope for mankind that dies down, yet again

A robotic, a horrific, working nightmare
Waste and filth and marketing ploys
pass the infra-red, marked with fear and joy

Happiness in the empty heart
that’s fulfilled by plastic, and
Horror in the open heart
that’s sealed with servitude

All they want is a nation made for labour
a nation of thinkers would exchange their favour

If injustice is a cause worth risking a life for
then risk the lives of the lawyers and the lords

For their existence is sitting on the thin ice of their money
funded and incentivised, they **** up bribes like honey

Streams and streams of meaningless numbers
guide our timeline like through a rolling thunder

The vibrations from the cities have formed pyramids to the sky
Dragging us up by the scruff of our necks, to comply or to die

The sky is shivering
and the air whistles, hollow
under an all-embracing moon
glowing out before it settles down
all too soon

The atmosphere is afraid
Trails in unknown spaces
marking their ways, deeper
into a sky of dispersing clouds

Drifting down to become nothing
Fading out, but without a doubt

Dayrise breaks, then
over the burdens of yesterday
The sun inspired comfort
over a husk of cold souls

Our friend sat there, solemn
on a golden field, softer soils
Soaking up sunlight, royal
and breathing in pollen

He has ascended now
to the warmth from which
an endless love was born

Shining out, smiling out
before he settles down

All too soon, but without a doubt

I've dropped a weight
A larger anchor than fate

When I tell myself I can't escape
Bound by my brain’s mistakes

The future is a starless sky
Here in my tripwire mind

When you come to deliver me
Remind me to respect your loyalty

I might forget and wind up, silent
With no consciousness left to care

Left to care about your warm touch
Left to care when you pick me up

I’m scared, if you can’t be there
in the middle of the mayhem

the results of my tripwire mind
fading away at the worst of times

When you come to pick me up
Your touch will be the way to the
Heavens above, the Heavens above

When I think I’ve had enough
Never enough of your loyalty
in your love, your love
The loyalty in your love

Feelings are terrible teachers

They’ll stress your mind
and take away your time
you will never draw a line
on whether they’ll push or pull

If you refuse to listen
to their endless lectures
then expect to have these
constant complications
with their code of conduct
and their strict regulations

Yes, you can and will skip class
for as long as your white lies permit
But you know you’ll end up coming back
or end up punished by a higher hand

Soulless, stress-filled, a vacant face
stares you straight into your little eyes
and from here, your life begins to lacerate

At the end of the day
You were under my roof
You eat my food

My son used your shoes
And refused the truth

At the end of the day
You can’t prove

That he’d crept behind you
and washed you in lies

That he’d stolen money
and stolen time

Don’t come to my door again
Because behind there
lies the snakes’ den

The evidence stands against him
But he can fly, he can raise my voice
With a sudden yet selfish cry

My son is an angel
My son is a lie

Red sky in the morning
and the shepherds are all fawning

Curating combs for the wool
whilst the slaughterhouse is built.

We bleat in high hopes
for the avarice to abate

and so, at a comb-stroke
we cultivate our hate. -