The Great Big Yellow M
The Great Big Yellow “M”
If all you want is a democratic certainty
to be as free as free in the USA
the coca cola fee of luxury
softly storms the country
with the troopers and the burgers
of cardboard mediocrity
side salads on the plates of the hungry
When your market place empties
the iron edifice of your culture turning red
the rusty teeth of poverty
will be sweetened with garnish and ketchup stripes
there’s nothing on the shoplifting shelf
except the great big yellow “M”
And it comes in plastic
it comes with a job
a fast food global substitute
wrapped in liberation and freedom of choice
it’ll make you wish you had a voice
to sing the praises of
the great big yellow “M”
When the supply of the starving
finally demands something to eat
shinning tanks move chrome adverts up the famished street
the anthem of the people waiting
will teach consuming in perfect harmony
crooning to a western song of wealthy
“and I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony”
This is the price of the wages of their sin
a tactless bit of bread with a burger in
to replace political defiance a great big yellow “M”
in the struggle for conformity
the free are bound to win
there’s no one left to warn them of the great big yellow “M”
From Russia to the Far East
through Europe and the forgotten West
Antarctica and the Middle East China and Japan
on every island off a coast
in Asia and Australasia Africa and Arabia
in the ears of the fed and starving
the sound of global munching
on the great big yellow “M”
( Two cannibal tribes both sit down to lunch gobble gobble glut glut munch munch munch……………..)
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2008
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