The victors go down to the gallows,
There they go, wallowing in their victory,
Victory of hollow redemption.
They won the victory,
The victory to the gallows.
And there they go to the gallows
As they swoop and stoop
The gallows is there,
There to gain them.
They can gallop no more,
The mire has come to their necks,
They chose this route
Now they cry and gnash
But there, there is no way back
Because they were the choosers
The choosers of death
And death has chosen them.

Its amazing how we pass time
Cocooned
In our own beings so that
Nothing
Matters more than the next
Minute
And the freckles on our hands
Possess
More pull than magnetic
Ends
Of planets spinning with hushed
Breaths
Which may soon gasp the cursed
Smog
Of our corrupted souls

It robs us of our dignity
pilfers our humanity
and steals us away to
make love with greed
nothing is spared on its warpath
there is no consideration for the collateral
because the promise of something that will serve
the continuation of corruption
matters more than the lives it will crush

Esther Krenzin

deep concentration amazes the corrupt intellect
secrets lay in waiting as the mind deciphers the message
why do the senses allow corruption to succeed
the age-old dilemma is, well, age-old....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 160

Don't cry little girl it'll ruin your makeup 
Fake it like we've taught you and smile with pride
Pretend you're happy every morning you wakeup 
And don't you dare let them see that youre dying inside

Swipe the brush across the face and wipe away the tears
Paint your eyes, glue fake lashes and color your smile red
You've been here all this time what's a few more years
And whatever you do don't let them know that you wish that you were dead

Wax repeat wax repeat 
It keeps growing back
Dye your hair
Paint your lashes
Til your tears run black

Drink this, don't eat that 
Smile pretty, **** in your gut
Go workout, you're getting fat 
And make sure to tighten that ****

Face mask, manicure
Bikini wax, pedicure
Fake tan, hair spray
Just do what we say

Follow the steps 
Its an easy guide
We tell you how to look
As you die inside 

But at least your corpse is beautiful

We are godless
and yet more moral
                       than those who
                               cherry pick.


                    And yet never
able to swallow the
                         pip.

When the voice of a seventeen year old girl holds more wisdom, sanity and truth than those who lead us.
When our leaders trade a prophet for a profit.
When there is easy money to be made from recovery rather than investment in change for the longer term.
When billionaires with vested interests set the policy.
Devastation and disaster, death and starvation have no political bias.
When will you add your voice and when will it be too late for you?
When eyes and ears give rise to voices that call out in fear for our very world will your apathy hold true?
Close your eyes.
Close your ears.
But even so your house will not be immune.