White powdered pill, help me stop the way I feel
Give me the will, show me something real
Take a pile let's sleep a little while
My head on the kitchen tile, if only I went the extra mile
I wouldn't have to deal with the guilt
Can't stand the day so I suffocate under the quilt
Doesn't mean I knelt
You don't have a clue how I felt
No rush, just watch me puke up my guts
I'm having illusions, passing out, seeing you in the vision of confusions
Talk about "reaching out"
As if my minds full of doubt
Stuck banging my head against the wall
All while knowing I'm about to fall, maybe someday I'll hear you call
"You're strong" I guess that's why I'm sitting alone and no place feels quite like home.
Listening to my therapist and the way she talks, yes I've been doing lots of walks
Why do you wanna hear my thoughts?
all you do is write naughts and a few to many crosses
Ignorance is bliss
Don't wanna see your call list
Should I walk through the mist? Or enjoy eternal bliss?
Living I've tried
Still wishing to die
Forever was your lie
My soul denied and dehumanised
One hundred years on
Our Waste Land we celebrate
Desiccated and dry as a desert
Within our dehumanised souls
Where the tumbleweed of untruth
Sits with such disconnection
From reality,
Myriad voices peddling the myths of the madhouse
Your untruth is not mine
So far apart are we
Secure yet blinded by our own beliefs
Unanchored and ill- founded
Estranged from the truth
And dead to fact
Our refusal to recognise the denatured race
Of our reckless rush
Towards the day of judgment
Destruction and damnation.
False narratives to gullible audiences play,
Such siren songs solipsistically
Softly sing us to our graves,
Fragmentation our final fate
Emotion eclipsing reason.
She was only a whore they said
Just a druggie on the game
Most of the papers couldn’t be
Bothered to correctly spell her name.
Just an illegal immigrant tart,
Part of one of those foreign mobs
Over here to claim our benefits
Ot take over all of our jobs.
Not one of your high class call girls
Who service the Commons and Lords
Free of the general approbation
Such elevated status affords.
Not your enthusiastic amateur
Who put it about for free
Or one of those who’ve made it
By appearing on reality TV.
Not your free loving aristocrat
Hopping gaily from bed to bed
No, just a common street walker
Who unfortunately ended up dead.
Having so dehumanised her as
Just another lump of dead meat
Who earned herself a living by
Selling cheap sex on the street
This allegedly Christian nation
Doesn’t really bother anymore,
Just turns to the sports page
For the latest footie score,
Or, the very wealthy
With no real material cares,
To financial pages to check
Returns on stocks and shares.
Some mother, father or child
Who won’t see her anymore
Are suffused with pain and grief
Even though she was only a whore.
This large human ghetto,
millions and millions enslaved,
within stony walls of beliefs,
man-made political doctrines,
cultures and societal rules,
God breathes in every body,
but machines control breathing,
nature is stamped, marketed,
water is bought and sold!
turn the wheels to earn your bread,
shackled throughout life!
by God’s permission, you may enter,
by God’s will, you may leave,
but have to live by human rules,
in this stony walled ghetto!
body yearns for freedom,
heart screams for love,
dehumanised in this ghetto,
by the ruling demonic few!
will no one smash these stony walls,
liberate us from iron cuffs?
rip and burn those ruling pages,
that indoctrinate fear!
let man be part of nature,
as he is born to be!!
let us create a future new world,
where fear does not rule!
where happiness is free for all,
and laughter, love
are taught in school!
The cause of many a downfall
The seed of much discontent
Revenge is sweet to some
But always has a bitter outcome
Only a fool turns to revenge
And expects no unintended consequences
The bile that sows the seeds for retribution
Can attain an autonomous life
That once released will never again be contained
Anything can cause hurt
When slights have greater value
Than cooperation and fraternity
Hatred can know no bounds
And does not dissipate willingly
Passion feeds revenge and the need to do harm
The rival is dehumanised
Bloodletting thus comes easily
When your brother is no longer a friend to cherish
Ruin is inevitable when revenge is stirred
Hatred is a human emotion
That to some is a great sin
It is best to remember
That when the battle begins
No one ever wins
This can be done,
and it is not,
promise is made,
to buy time and,
let it all go by,
machine works for us,
and we work for machine,
in between we do not work at all,
whatever comes in between,
is all lost,
the human initiative and touch,
in a dehumanised society,
if you are not a byte,
you do not enter,
you are not admitted,
you are not given passport,
you are not issued a driving licence,
you are not allowed voting rights,
and you are not a citizen,
machine solution is simple,
and anything beyond it is tough,
complex,mad and not done,
is it what we intended with machines,
that we forget initiative and courtesy,
to work solutions away from machines,
when needed and needed bad,
this way we are only proving more 'green',
and would ultimately turn red.
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