I am science, I am fiction,
Victorian youth, ***** addiction,
I am addicted, no rest for the wicked,
I am not what these glorious stories depicted,
I prayed for my mother, I asked for a saviour,
But scarlet’s a varlet and I couldn’t save her,
Faith laughed at my pleading but science was pliable,
Boundaries were broken, I made fact unreliable,
Doctor! Doctor! Blood’s beginning to boil,
As you work by the light of the Tesla coil,
You’re polite, once contrite, not particularly odd,
Now you’re trapped in your lab and you’re playing at God,
You were robbed of a woman, held hands with her breath,
Your disillusion excluded you, so you made life out of death,
And the blood and the ****** and the bruises on throats,
And the ghost of a sibling that grasps at my coat,
And I strived for ‘it’s alive’ but that’s a misquote,
It was never alive, that was not what I wrote!
It was pale and abhorrent, thread unraveled it’s head,
It’s lips moved but I knew it was made from parts of the dead,
Graves invaded, made empty, just so it could rise,
My shovels were broken, decriminalised,
My secrets unspoken were hard to ignore,
And it was only myself, since there was no Igor,
And my brother was gone, my father, my wife,
So if you seek to threaten me, be it with life,
Nothing left, I fear no death, in fact I seek it with vigour,
But I am no mad scientist B-List horror movie figure,
I am bigger, I am bloodless, I am the lightening’s whine,
I am all that befalls the name of Frankenstein,
I’m disturbed, I’m depraved, afflicted with my plan,
But above all I am only a conflicted young man,
And I cannot compete with tainted world’s so dark and neat,
So call me Victor as I retreat,
I am the monster I must complete.

'Home of the Brave and Land of the Free'
We're all locked up in a cage we can't see
There's no bars or doors, no whips and no chains
Just lines drawn on maps by our Kings and our Queens
They speak of the monsters who pose us a threat
So call forth the troops, our own army of death
But they won't send the king or his henchmen, oh no!
It's an army of 'G.I. Expendable Joes'!
For wars waged by governments who are so quick to blame
When a child stops to ask why their hands are bloodstained

A young girl waves at a man with a cane
The man rolls his eyes and thinks "Oh, not again."
He turns his nose up in the air
And with great conviction he declares;
'Now my child, there are people over hither
and you best believe that they're horrible sinners.
They've killed and they've maimed and you could be next,
because they all live their lives by some ridiculous text.'

The child looks up with innocent eyes, and
says to the man who seems quite frightened;
'That's horrible sir, but did you ever consider,
that the people you're killing are our brothers and sisters?'

But of course the man knows better than a child!
'So young and naïve.. ' he said with a smile.
'Protecting our country is what we must do,
To give a nice life to people like you.
If you think you know better, then tonight come for dinner,
and I'll tell you why we are justified killers!'

This man thinks he's allowed to decide
Between those who can live, and those who must die
With a bunch of lies used as a device
To have acts of violence decriminalised
She clenched her fist, feeling anger arise
So with a deep breath, she began her reply;

'Sir, I really don't mean to sound bitter
but you're starting to sound a little bit like ******.
As for the invite I'll have to decline,
'cause you're spinning web of poisonous lies.
I've talked to men like you before,
you seem to think you're above the law.
Every week there's more and more shady deals behind closed doors.
I know we give arms to those people we're fighting
To create the conditions to put them in blight,
Just to get an excuse to ignore Civil Rights,
With 'collateral damage' to do what we like.
The political class make us choose 'left or right',
But it's just a bad joke and pernicious punch line.
You aid the wolves who lurk in the shadows,
That prey on the people who're treated like cattle.
Herd them in and churn them out.
To line your pockets with fear and doubt!'

'I'll tell you a story of a man I once knew.
He went off to war to serve people like you.
But when he came back, he took his own life.
He blew out his brains with his own service rifle.
He was found by his wife who discovered a note.
A final goodbye, and on the inside he'd wrote;
"I've tried to go on, but it's how things must be.
I'll never forget all the horrors I've seen.
They're inside my head and they play on repeat,
And the thought of death only fills me with peace.
For my family, I'm sorry I couldn't be there
But don't cry for me, for I was already dead."
It's much harder now it's just me and my mother,
'cause the man in that story; that man was my father.'

The girl stopped to breathe for a moment or two
But she wouldn't stop there, not until she was through
With sadness and rage, her whole body shook
She continued her speech with a stamp of her foot;

'So don't you dare tell me that I am naïve!
I may be young, but I won't be deceived.
I once thought life was all about me,
and I fought with my friends cos we'd never agree.
I wanted mine and they wanted theirs,
But we all found some peace when we all chose to share.
There's a reason we get that feeling inside,
That tries to tell us that something's not right.
And it hurts to accept that for most of your life,
You pushed it aside just so you could get by.
But pain can manifest in you as something truly beautiful,
Just let it out and you will see,
The pain we hide can set us free.
I'm getting carried away here mister,
I have one last thing to say, so listen...'

The girl stood tall with eyes ablaze
And with the back of her hand, she wiped the tears from her face
The man tried to interject, but then finally she spoke again;

'The people of Earth will forever rebel,
If it's heaven for few, but for many it's hell.
We must move forward.. Even if we crawl!
Or why are we even here at all?'

The man looked down in disbelief
Such passion dwelled just underneath
He gathered himself and took a knee
When their eyes were level, he had to concede
'You're a clever girl and I've got to say,
I think you'll be a success one day.
And I'm sorry to hear of your loss, young lady
But I have to go 'cause there's cash to be made.'

There's a part of this story I've forgotten to mention
It's really quite simple, but please pay attention
We claim we want peace, but continue to fight
So there's got to be an alternative, right?

If we take what we've learnt then it could be applied
To try an idea that's been lost in time
Remove all the borders and what do you find?
One planet united, for all of mankind

Life itself is the greatest teacher I've found
Cos she always speaks Truth, but she won't speak aloud
And I'll never be sure if it was a dream
But I once heard her voice in a mountain stream
She spoke these words, so I wrote them down;
"Keep your head in the clouds and your feet on the ground."

All recreational drugs should be decriminalised;
Altering one's own state of mind is no injustice,
It only reflects the psychology of a given agent.

The majority of psychoactive drugs should be legalised
barring those with extraordinary potential to injure or
to be weaponised. Distribution should be state-regulated
to ensure that monopoly of the marketplace does not occur.
Vetting substances will require a series of clinical trials
and the health of our people comes before all other concerns,
Particularly business and religion. Freedom of choice is the
individual's burden, our mandate is only to provide information.


*"Under a government which imprisons any unjustly,
the true place for a just man is also a prison."