Our nation is being privatized
By selfish politicians
Who are manipulating us
And their hate filled cries.
The question becomes a stark why
We ask the dark unwise
Driving us to laced dimes
Or writing rhymes.
Love is the answer I surmise,
Nobody else buys.
Emotions have no value in the marketplace
Unless you're of a certain race
That reminds them of their former master
Then they're more likely to share their wealth.
We need more than paper
To tear down these paper walls.
The order becomes too tall
When we apply an objective concept (currency)
To a subjective principle (value)
Our ideas of value get tangled,
Our empathy is mangled;
Our discourse becomes angled.
Discussions turn to wrangles
And our lives never left the jungle
But there's always a rumble.
Regimes always tumble,
Humanity continues to stumble
Earth's health starts to fumble.
Molesting the nation like a creepy uncle
Until we see our follies unfold
Then will we be so bold
To say we can do it on our own.
Categories:
privatized, corruption, meaningful, patriotic, visionary,
Form: Free verse
Cop26
To Glasgow, they came the high, mighty and the good
tarmacs full of private planes.
They all agreed we have to rescue the world
But first, we have to sell oil and coal
We can´t rely on windmills alone it is cold up north
Norway is set to have zero emissions in a few years.
Norway will still export oil; they have to have an income.
Brazil will stop logging the forest but not right now
Perhaps in 2150 or sixty at a stretch 70.
I was not there at the meeting, but it appears no one
spoke of the benefit of trains reliable prized.
As it is train tickets – since trains are privatized;
cost more than taking a short-haul plane ticket.
I don´t believe that anything they said is possible,
That is because we live in a capitalist thought- sets
grows and income is more important than flooding
and the disappearance of smaller island states.
Nothing will change before we sit fishing for cod
At the slopes of Himalaya.
Categories:
privatized, anti bullying, creation, dark,
Form: Canzone
From dense sleep we emerge.
Realizing our coat,
we seek to cast off this Nessus.
We drank the Jonestown Kool-Aid
and now it’s too late.
We never noticed the circling
vultures despotic descent on the capital.
We never contested the contagion,
the invective infections of the tyrant.
Everywhere we witness the carnage,
the flyblown bodies we covered,
the reeking pestilence of our infiltrated discourse,
the spewing sewers of vituperation.
While all the sinkholes break open
our dual justice system a slapstick,
our public coffers are looted,
our privatized schools divested.
Trauma’s children seek asylum in cages.
Trauma’s vigilantes terrorize our borders.
This is the moribund city of rot.
This is the counterfeit city of lies.
This is our cloaked city
cast by an infantile overlord.
This is our tomb city of palls.
Published in The Opiate Mag. 06/2019
Categories:
privatized, allegory, america, analogy, corruption,
Form: Political Verse
Growing up on God's impoverishing family farm,
he learned to hide his work
in tissues of unearthly privacy.
Regenerating in Earth's richly resonant nutrition,
she recovered her playful avocations
in ecosystemic response
to global over-grasping issues
of under-conscious
her/his-storied
positive domesticity
Over-privatized
so powers under-privileged;
personalized
so shy of compelling
retelling publicity
Earth camouflaged
democratically healthy ecopolitics,
co-empowering
co-operating
co-generating
co-laterally co-investing
co-systemic
ego/eco-analogical
co-passion.
Growing out on Earth's extending family farm,
he learned to share his playful work
with issues of unEarthly
inhumane
left-hemispheric primacy.
Categories:
privatized, earth, education, environment, farm,
Form: Political Verse
I want to live in a healthy place,
at least as mature as junior high school,
where who I reciprocally love,
gay or straight or span-sexually in-between,
is not a political and economic football,
a wildly bouncing and rebounding issue
full of hot air
for others to kick around
and divest of
as they lose punishing interest.
Yet who we choose to hate,
deviantly or not,
is a BusinessAsUsual privatized non-issue
for an unhealthy society
to publicly notice
before quickly fading
into private live and let live fields
of NO TRESPASSING apartheid.
I would strongly prefer
to never apologize
for who I healthy love,
and daily apologize
for,
and maybe to,
but most certainly with,
those I unhealthy hate.
Categories:
privatized, culture, hate, health, integrity,
Form: Political Verse
Round up the posse,
get ‘em vetted Oval Office ganksterized
Appoint the piggy snouts,
then send ‘em out
with metal sidearm power
Ancient oppression done got modernized,
old Egypt Memphis is new Phoenix on the rise
OK the corruption,
legalize the blind Corral mice
Roving Jezebel eyes
got sticky trigger fingers unsanitized
Presidential grifter seal approved,
publican tin badges
skimming off the top of the public trough
Bonnies & Clydes wearing white hats,
got the saddlebags holding the stolen dough
And it looks
like they done Bernie Madoff with some mo’
Treating citizens mob gankster rude;
those tax cowpokes
are waving their little flag pistols,
talking like tough leather throat fools
Every national treasure asset
is being pirate privatized
Every sniveling weasel with a lizard tongue
is getting Benedict deputized
And truth is being sold in the stables,
non-disclosure is the filly train to ride
Marshaling a high plains moral drifter
to come bail rescue innocent pleb gunslinger you
Remember, Roman toga outlaws
were duly elected judge, jury and executioner too
Categories:
privatized, allusion, corruption, political, truth,
Form: Rhyme
The Privatization of Terror
In Afghanistan, Pakistan and Iraq bombs explodes,
drones fall killing the innocent. People who live
under this tyranny of terror, bury their dead and go
on living, as they must… terror will not bow them.
And now violence came to Boston (USA) that got
a worldwide coverage a market town in Pakistan
never gets. Privatized terror never pays, it kills and
wounds, but people will not submit to horror and
the endeavour of the criminals is in vain and deserve
nothing but utter contempt; whoever they are and
whatever their political object, aggression is terror,
pre empty strikes against population ( in Boston this
time) is a crime against humanity.
Categories:
privatized, change, freedom, people,
Form: Blank verse
The Lady of Sings.
A woman opened her umbrella made of dreams,
painted bluebells, buttercups tulips and rosemary
Now her flowers needed sunlight and the sight of
blue sky. She walked slowly eyes to the ground
looked for horse manure, which is not easy to find
in a time dominated by cars and motorbikes
At the railway station she tripped on shoes not fit
for cobbled streets; trains stood idle, she inhaled
diesel fumes despite the fact that the line had been
electrified years ago. Locomotive drivers on strike,
sat in a café across the road drank black coffee
bore an expression of steely determination, but
they were worried and feared for their jobs,
the line has been privatized, always bad news
for workers.
The lady didn't find what she was looking for, but
the walk had done her flowers well; she put her
umbrella in the chicken coop.
Categories:
privatized, dedication, humorous,
Form: Blank verse
Dream On!
Clouds hang low today covering the ridge,
if I drive up there on my bike I can hide in
a steel blue cloud and people will say:
where is he? Him! He is trying to find
the milky way where postmen wear red
uniforms and say good morning sir before
handing you the gas bill.
Sigh, here back on earth the post has been
privatized low status, casual work, they
wear jeans and anorak and have no time for
a chat, their route is long and a man with
a timepiece follows them around.
When coming down from the ridge I will not
carry tablets, stay silent drive home and
make a cup of coffee.
Categories:
privatized, fantasy, parody,
Form: Blank verse
Heaven for Some
It's said, by those who have been there and back,
that hell can at times be a boring place, pink
lightening and women that endlessly try a new
frocks on. Here are pools of banal sin, rivers
of *********** and small time crooks trying
to sell you fake religious icons, but not one evil
dictator around repenting his murderous ways,
or a capitalist swine now regretting cheating
workers of their pension rights. Where do they
go? Are they pardoned and sent to a privatized
heaven where they play high stake poker with
senior seraphs? I'd like to know before I rob
a bank. I'm fed up with stealing children's toys.
Categories:
privatized, funny, mystery, visionary,
Form: Blank verse
Hibernation
Occupy falling snow; claim it make a snowman with coal eyes and
carrot nose before winter is over and your task runs through your
fingers as water into soft the soil and is privatized when it runs into
a deep lake and you must pay if you want a drink or take a shower.
A carrot not enough to make soup, pieces of coal are not enough to
warm your cold hands. The barons of money have bought streams,
forests and mountains, fenced in and there are gates, you must pay
if you want to walk and see nature at her most enthralling liberty.
And you will think; where is our emancipation to express ourselves?
Nothing is free, why should it be? This is democracy the right to buy
and sell the world’s resources and charge whatever the market says.
And you pay for what is rightfully yours. If you do not occupy it now it
will be too late, spring is the name of misery and it is your fault for
sleeping when snow fell in your garden.
Categories:
privatized, satire,
Form: Blank verse