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Planning our future while residing in an Ivory Tower,
Could endanger its very foundation,
As you will be relying on information,
From People you have never met,
Whose qualifications you may regret,
Not having personally checked.
Residing in an Ivory Tower,
Tends to cloud one's judgement,
As you look out the window at mist that never seems to clear,
That looks no different than smog.
That model showing what your grand plan will look like,
That sits in your office 40 stories up,
Looks quite different to those,
Who live on the ground,
Where the Sun seldom bothers to shine.
So, if you are planning to,
Go down in the lift any time soon,
Don't be surprised if you find yourself,
On the surface of the moon,
With your space helmet,
Left behind in your room.
Now rest your weary eyes,
For the long day is through.
You sought a golden prize,
Under skies of azure blue.
The pebbles in the sand,
Were the riches to seek.
Born of this fertile land,
Panned from a crystal creek.
Many months you did toil,
By the sweat of your back.
While your skin would broil,
And your joints would crack.
Brought wealth beyond your dreams,
Able to write a hefty check.
And even sadly as it seems,
Placed a weight around your neck.
Atop your ivory tower,
With your ego overblown.
Chose to leverage your power,
Which left you all alone.
The eulogy of your time,
What a predictable shame.
Your funeral so sublime,
But not a soul ever came.
Each ivory tower needs so much power and water
Society is the fall guy for the pie in the sky AI lie
Cultures savaged ravaged caricatures by vultures
Slyly trying to deflower mother nature’s daughter
Dodgy dealing resources stealing planet’s reeling
Preach each data centre like a cultural placenta
Layers peeling players say mentor no glass ceiling
Am a lamenter of break neck tech wreck dementor
No healing waste from haste paste without feeling
We’ve heard it before the computer is our future
Smoke and mirrors AI on the fly the latest suitor
Us all just a data commuter for a leech not tutor
Beseech purloining then coining no way to teach
The conceit of the deceit is an elite cheat ripsnorter
Train bots brain rots turns us into tots & lots of have nots
Only glower of people power can stop the slaughter
Captivating property with panoramic view
Painted with pride in red white and blue
Once standing proud and renowned everywhere
Foundation's eroding from lack of care
Wonderful neighbors, bilingual you know
French to the north and Spanish below
Beautiful shoreline on the east and the west
Lately her structure has been put to the test
Tenants won't mind if you take over the land
They have learned to bury their head in the sand
The property changes managers every four to eight years
Lately the managers have brought the tenants to tears
Selling out at this time may not be right
But the tenants won't mind, they've learned not to fight
The property is run from an ivory tower
Swallowed in greed and corrupted with power
The walls are collapsing, it seems such a sin
If you are going to rebuild, you must start from within
The property rules which were once black and white
Have faded to gray or are nowhere in sight
There are mountains and prairies, fields and streams
A place for your children and a place for your dreams
But now that I've thought about it you can go to Hell
This property is mine and I never will sell.
This poem is written for the politically correct morons in three piece suits
making military decisions affecting the lives of our troops, decisions they are not
qualified to make. They might be able to spell integrity and are able to use it in a
sentence but don't know how to use it in their lives. They have put this country
up for sale to the highest bidder. They have sold us out to OPEC and we are
supposed to bow our heads and just accept it. My Flag, My country. If you
don't like it LEAVE!!.
Capital of Culture
Come gather the vultures
The Ultras
Pro choice
Who reverberate to the sound of critical voice
They seed that which is worthy to read
Robotic mite's of the proverbial art
They play no part in writing
Reciting guild's of old
They make or break
Jack or Jill
And what will fill
Or fits the bill
Of this year's manic street preacher's
Rights of passage
Managing critical mass
Appeal of form the itch doth scratch
Like pink roof insulation
Under which the heat sealed in
The roof of logic would otherwise dissipate
Bated by the common collective
A studious Prefect of a high school blazer
A self of superiority created
Peers did not give
So they live spuriously out a sense of insecurity
Revenge cast on the scar's that last
Into adulthood
So they seek popularity
Revel in the power
Putting down allows ya
Residing on an Ivory Tower
Of golden showers
Now engulfed by silence, with my thoughts must I contend
trying to avoid the abyss, a state of loneliness to descend
being in touch with my feelings, I have become confined
thinking to escape, despite being directionless and blind
The days bring disappointments, with weeks fleeting hope
feeling you're at that point of no return, you just can't cope
yet, happy memories break that spell, in time wounds heal
constantly keeping yourself occupied, thinking you can deal
Regain your emotional stability, and recognize this very power
healing starts from within, so don't retreat from your ivory tower
the human mind has an endless light, where happiness is found
leading you toward a deeper understanding, this life is profound
Don't drown in the waters of silence, your mind brings you there
it creates images of fear, trapping you, your subconscious snare
find a friend in whom you can trust, and share your pain and fear
you'll then unburden your heart, knowing that someone does care
At times silence can be beneficial, when kept under your control
but if it causes your mind to become delusional, it will take a toll
silence breeds independence, so you can make it work for you
it resides in a world of its own; you don't have to be a who's who
So take advantage of this internal silence, a catalyst to achieve
exile yourself to its sanctuary, in its power you've got to believe
light is mere reflection, it is silence which you will ultimately see
it alone will enable you to find happiness, your true spiritual key
A Badge and a Gun
A gun and a badge makes you macho and brave
A chain and a whip makes another a slave
The past can’t be forgotten as much as we try
Two hundred years on and people still cry
Ask yourself why you do, just what you do?
Punch the innocent who stand in front of you
Instead of being the person for what you are paid
You taunt and hurt and shoot and degrade
You have the badge and it gives you the right
To arrest the guilty and we understand your plight
But there’s bad apples in the barrel of every gun
And you stand and you aim, hoping they’ll run
Your allegiance is noted, the president smiles and gloats
Hides in his bunker, while a sycophant takes notes
In your ivory tower, with your thoughts and your tweets
While your mistakes and crimes, hide under white sheets.
David cox 05/06/20
There is more to this law than just saving a child’s life.
It’s the governments control of your daughter or wife.
My thoughts on abortion will always be a moot point.
Morality is something only God should anoint.
In an ideal world, our children would be raised right.
There will always be evil that lurks in the night.
There are perverts and rapists, and those who seek power.
We also have the righteous in their Ivory Tower.
Imagine your pregnant wife had a complication tomorrow.
Would you do all that you could, even beg, steal or borrow?
Think of that doctor who just gave you the bad news.
Abortion is against the law, so you must pay your dues.
Your wife and unborn child are now both doomed to die.
There are no exceptions, it’s illegal and that’s why.
Our government shouldn’t dictate, what’s morally right or wrong.
It’s the woman’s choice, and that’s where it should belong!
Do you ever dream of better times
Of peaceful days and nursery rhymes
When love and faith walk hand in hand
War and hate are forever banned
Do you believe there will be a day
When peace and love are here to stay
Better times for me and you
Keep believing. I still do
Do you ever say a silent prayer
That all mankind begins to care
Where leaders leave their ivory tower
And do not succumb to greed and power
Respect for life comes shining through
Please keep praying. I still do
Do you believe the day will come
When man will be delivered from
All the pain and all the sorrow
Finding hope in a bright tomorrow
Dreaming dreams that do come true
Believe in those dreams. I still do
If in dreams prophets wield prophetic power,
then prophetic power have I; for I dream
of things to come, and of acts too extreme:
the saint, the liar (in the cave's dark bower);
the flying rug, the ivory-tower
(that touches the sky like a spire, a theme
where my fate now is realized and supreme);
and, the forbidden fruit (at the crisis hour!).
Though no prophet, neither am I a fraud;
so for the skeptics who read these pages,
let them see their mystery, and so be awed:
for now are they set down for the ages,
like the prophets of old who spoke with God;
and read the scrolls composed by the sages.