#conservatism
Pinpoint the subsurface crack,
Stare until my vision goes black.
We must be complete maniacs,
Eating our own dental plaque.
Here's a toast to the next generation,
They'll solve what's wrong with the nation.
Survived our own cremation,
But will we survive damnation?
Teeth rotting out of our mouth,
Won't let the dentist into the house.
Ignore all of the deep seated doubt,
Despite pain that screams so loud.
What's the solution for this?
We'd rather live in ignorant bliss.
Obey the laws, stay off the lists,
There's a crushing boot we'd rather kiss.
The leather taste masks the decay,
Step out of line and we will all pay.
Stare horrified at the widening gaps,
Watch our leaders take lazy laps.
As we stand and ignore the collapse,
Instead we rip apart the lower class.
Using dental tools to pretend,
We get it and we comprehend.
How we have come to descend,
Yet still, we're unable to amend.
The rich stand inside golden gates,
Pointing their fingers at the baits.
Watching us fixate on our tails and give chase,
By the time we're broken down, it's too late.
By now, it's too late,
We'll watch and meet our fate,
The tooth decay much too great,
Gave in to the ouroboros of hate.
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC
You’re getting crushed by the boot you lick,
Sent to Hell by the book you thump,
Strung up by the men you defend,
They don't give a **** about you.
You're money,
They're cunning,
With a side of stupid,
You've been struck by cupid.
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 2:32 PM UTC
with regard to those who believe time has let us down,
it is not our fault that we expected more in life than the
simple basic pay that we force ourselves to earn,
that only a minimal few get more than £4 an hour
and earn a million in a day
they take and they take and we give our all,
to a job that will eventually fire us, retire us and
dig our grave, all to provide ourselves
with a mortgage and a tax paying wage
that some of us can never afford,
and we **** ourselves because of debt and
we stare at our kids with resentment because
they’re
dream killers
but they’re a social norm, and if you don’t fit in
you don’t make it
social darwinism,
liberalism
conservatism,
socialists, Marxists, communists,
left wing advocates,
the ones the poor ‘take advantage’ of because
we believe people deserve the best chance in life,
and unless you’re incredibly lucky and
you’re born at the top
you are bred with that chance,
and the rest of us are at the bottom because
meritocracy
doesn’t
exist
it never will because those
who believe they’re better,
the elite-born
***** at the top come from the brightest schools,
the most expensive and they gave them
confidence and money
something we don’t own being in the northern region of a
divided country
and your prime minister killed our jobs and i find it funny that
people still vote for your two faced, pragmatic party
you haven’t been remotely interested in us since
Disraeli, but even he tried to help us selfishly
the working class,
the proletariat
is divided because of the lies you feed us
through the media,
you honestly think you’re superior
and you are
but you ignore poverty and you accept inequality
and society isn’t like a human body
because if it worked
this wouldn’t exist, this divided society that you
don’t even acknowledge because why would you
when you have enough money and power
and overall glory that you have been smothered in
your whole life whereas we have
seen what your policies achieve
and you try to buy us off with basic low wages and
give starving people benefits which take ages
to come through
and you don’t care when they die because
they weren’t employed,
didn’t belong in this capitalist economy,
which you gladly enjoy,
while we sit at the bottom in absolute despair,
that I don’t even know if we’re really aware
of the exploitation we are put through every single day
all to make enough money to pay
for the taxes you evade,
and i wish for the whole world there was something i could do,
because if i had any money,
i would share it with you.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
*Is it the things we do or those we don't?
the memories we cherish or ones that haunt?
the roads we took or those we feared?
Is it the mistakes we made when we veered?
the books we read and smiled, or chapters left untouched?
forgiveness or thousand grudges piled?Is it open doors or the latched?
Is it flowers which bloomed or those whilst tender fell?
Is it the Friends we made or those we lost, the beloved or the loathed
the milestones or the failures, the laugh or the rivers of tears
is it the reality or the Alias, our maturity or the years
is it Comedy or tragedy?
Is it unity we deserve or the drifting apart?
Is it healing or breaking millions a heart?
Is it transformation or stagnation while time goes?
Is it the peace that once was or the Wars?*
what's humanity?
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
*Life was once an adventure
How beautiful it was to sail the ocean
to raise sails and battle waves
months at Sea awaiting the destination
Life was life when we took trains
and slowly made our way across
all kinds of terrains, viewing hills
illuminated by the Sun's rays
when we sat astride beautiful horses
and journeying was taking the reins
breathing hot and cold air and
feeding on the chocolate atmosphere
riding all night through moon's glow
it was joy taking the stairs
even if it was to the sixteenth floor
Writing letters with glamorous words
to the loved ones so far away
and sometimes having to wait years
to receive the dusty envelopes bearing
the breathtaking responses...
Life was something to look forward to
until we shunned ships for planes
where we shoot through the sky,
shunned Trains for these Taxis
which just fly, until we invented
elevators so people know not the
satisfaction of taking the stairs...
until we invented smart phones and
abandoned the beauty of letters
Life was fun but we pushed Horses
behind bars in parks and the zoos
after all those hoofs can't stand
the tarmac and there are no more
hills and Sunsets to see because
we've congested the skyline with
Storeys and scrappers
Then we judge the world unfair
yet we're the ones who don't care
The world was a paradise
during those good old days
until we became demons of change
and twisted a heaven into Hell...*
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
"Compassionate Conservatism"
and
"friendly fire":
Euphemistic oxymorons
capable of
destroying hospitals.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
*Souls born precious as gold
Undoubtedly trusted
Growing nagging young and rusted
Forgetting they once were old
Think even advise will soon be sold.
We are all somewhat gone
Past virtuous innocence
In the name of renaissance
To being like abandoned carcass
Stuck in the quag of raucous
In the tombs of the dead
Where our conviction's never fed.
Like an extinct bird's inspirational song
Magnanimity hasn't visited for quite so long
We're lured to believe we are different
And that's what makes us the same
In one hell of a game
Yet not all our rules are the same
A Universe of Basilicans
Without a single-hearted preacher
A willing class of sophomores
Sadly in search of a Teacher
Do we need to embrace even the strange
In the ****** name of change?
Or just follow prints of our forefathers
And soar with the old ostrich feathers?
Ain't no vanquisher without intentions
They say but some intentions are good
I might sound a little shroud or rude
Talk of my thoughts and questions
But from the look of every nation
Reflects a birth in a wrong generation
Remember when the world was "world"
Without boundaries of first or third?
Does thinking about it make you this sad?*
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
*I want to trend
Not in modern but in the good ancient my friend
I want a candle; candles up an earthen chandelier
I'm tired of the tick tack of the modern switch
I want the moon and stars like life was earlier
I'm done with bulbs which when old start to twitch
I want a type writer to capture what I write in my book
I'm tired of computers where all I do's Facebook
I want to revert to the quiet life of my ancestors
I want the warmth of watching the stars
I want to eat beef steamed in Earthenware
Beef with the touch of smoke and of love and care
I'm tired of the modern meat whose source is never clear
I want a meal served hot on her knees complemented by millet beer
I want a home, a real home with an artful grass thatched house
A traditional home with a hound for me and a cat in case of any Mouse
I'm fed up of the modern roofs which roast as if we're pork
I want an affair that's free of silly social media talk
I want a place she and I can have peaceful evening walks
And her eyes not having to watch out for cars
I want someone simple enough to pride in her scars
Open and proud of her weaknesses,one laughter sincerely chokes
I want someone whose thighs will be warm hidden
Someone who won't dare do the forbidden
Not one who'll go at dusk and return at dawn
I want not a queen for that will make me her pawn
Someone who'll give me a massage,not send me to the parlors
One who's content and natural, not painted in colors
Who’ll together with me do laundry, not a laundry machine
I want someone who'll be contented with the little beard on my chin
I want a life like that of my grand father
Small family, moderate success, a wife who isn't a bother
I want a simple life that will give even my enemies peace
I want Africa; I want a bit of my heritage, just a piece
I want that life frozen in sphinx and sculpture
I want to busk in the glory of African culture*
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
Wear your beliefs
Like a half-cross set irrevocably
On the tip of your tongue
Thirty silvers in sum
You hold doctrine
Like a sinner postcoital
Of an ecstasy
Wane and fleeting
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC