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The City and the State of Play Today

THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY

No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on the outside looking in 
Are the only ones feeling queasy 
As avarice and selfishness triumphs
So easily 

Good corporate citizens they claim to be
Industry awards abound on their walls
As thank you tokens from themselves
Yet society harbours a lot of ill-will
As it feels the often brute force of 
The raid
 Grab 
And destroy mentality
Of people only wishing to make money 
Any which way 
While Using up all of society’s communal resources

Sharks abound
The waters are forever bloody as they 
Know no fraternity and would gladly 
Cannibalize anyone with no influence 
The ability to upend competitors
A cherished characteristic 
In a bullish machismo drenched environment 

Bullet proof psyches
Absorb and repel any pangs
About unfairness
Blocking any regulatory or chattering classes’
Attempt at nirvana and equality 
They employ better paid lobbyist 
So always have the upper hand 
In influencing policy 

The gravitational attraction of money 
Towards another even bigger pot of money 
Numbs any cautionary instinct
That would take a long term view 
The thrill of instant riches
Overpowers common sense 
And even decency 
Fat cats they all wish to be 

The slickness of glossy tongued lobbyist
Who spin wrongs till they become rights
Embolden oestrogen low males with no inbuilt brakes
To take risks that eventually cost them disgrace 
They are champions of graft not of society 

Loopholes in legislation
That were built in by too friendly politicians 
Coupled with ambiguous suits and claims
Cause far reaching hardship when the good old days are long gone 
The villains only muster some phantom national pride
 When begging for a lighter sentence 
Some are forgiven
Others fatally wounded by an unforgiving public

Lots of money can be made both legally and illegally
As one racket is closed another materialises instantly
The conveyor belt of dishonesty
Overwhelms bureaucracy 
Who is not David to the goliath that is money

The ethos is wealth
The acquisition and the maintaining of gains
Not often acquired through hard work
There is no limit of acceptable financial comfort
For the millionaire always wants to be a billionaire
And the mega rich super rich

Money must always be hidden from the taxman
Shareholders want tax free dividends
Investors want tax breaks for buying with other people’s money 
Infrastructure and new runways must be built 
But not from the pocket of those who wish it 

With their hands outstretched
And always wanting more and more
From a government too eager to please 
We have a tax system geared to the advantage of party donors
And non-domiciled moguls and tycoons
Who know no philanthropy unless it is tax efficient 

Disadvantaging society by  
Never paying their fair and moral share 
The largess they reap so selfishly
They wish not to share 
Wages are low
Taxes are nil
Only the investor wins as we pay his bills

Fast paced expansionist dogma
Is preached within city limits
Only the highest paid
The biggest company
The greatest profits
Are allowed 
They are held up as ideals that all who
Wish to succeed must follow
Gunslingers they all appear to be
Rushing in to capitalize on the wanton success of their peers
The cloud of misery left behind 
Is never seen for the look forward 
Never backward 
Hindsight is never welcomed in this parasitic environment 

The political will to weed out these reckless demons
Is lukewarm at best 
The revolving door of government creating opportunities
For industry and industry gratefully accepting politicians post government 
Ensures that self-interest is king 

An economy built on flawed assumptions of wealth creation
Is one that must forever be in hyper-drive
Creating ever expanding demand and supply 
That is as real as a thief’s conscience 
When taking the rings off a dead persons fingers 

Money must always be made for 
There is no alternative 
Wealth is good
Poverty to them is laziness

The city is not the heart and soul
Of the nation
It is but one player in a system skewed in its favour
We all must share in the wealth of this country
To ensure its longevity

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Arouse Me

AROUSE ME 

Enchant me 
Serenade me 
Touch me

Raise my temperature
Heighten my senses 
Make me tingle all over 

Apply your hands to my trembling body 
Caress the heaving contours 
Of my pliant body

Feel the rhythm of my passions
Boiling within 
Explore all of what I have to give 

Arouse me 
Titillate me 
Enhance my desire 
Make me tingle with your soft kisses

Own me 
Mould me 
Control me 

Free me of inhibitions
School me in desire 
Pleasure me 

It’s not all about me 
But of you and I becoming we

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I Am Not Free

I work hard
Back breakingly hard
I am not paid

A lot of people got me to
This new world
Both foreign looking
And ones who’s skin glistened
In the sun
And was as dark as me

I will never forget
The pains of crossing that ocean
Till my confinement in squalor
I had never seen so much water
How can we be treated so I wondered
By people who though different
Were just like me ?

My wretchedness had only begun when I entered that ship
Death took many on the way
But grudgingly stayed far away from me
He apparently didn’t feel any fraternity 

Humanity I threw away as I vomited
On the deck of that wretched ship
I found on landing no reason
To suppose it would ever come back to me

Work
That is all I do
I am a machine
Machines on the estate are valuable
And well looked after
But I am easily replaced so
I am mere fodder

In the fields I toil
For cane
For cotton
For money for the owner far away
No one appreciates
How dismal life can be

My master gets my brother to beat me
That hurts
It pained me so especially
As I worked with sweat flowing off my back
That stung with each lash 
I never felt such resentment 

I have seen many a sun rise in this new land
I was young when I arrived with
So much fear in my heart
I don’t remember where I came from
I buried that inside me a long time ago

I see new faces everyday
Fresh and green and sick as I was
I now laugh
I am not heartless but the pain they feel
Is no less intense in me now that
I am the one who will show them
Their new despair
An inescapable despair

One day I will be free
I will feel my soul float over that ocean
And carry me home
I do hope they will remember me
For I have been gone a long time
Since they captured me

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Life and Death

Many plan to live for ever
But can only try
Death always visits
No matter how hard we cry

Faith in longevity is ill-judged
Life spans vary
Time rolls by
One day we are welcomed 
Another we have to say goodbye

To be distressed about death
Is to want to go on and on
None can out last the end
The biggest question is WHEN

Living and dying are twins 
That cancel out each other
Only one can take the stage
But they are eternal bedfellows

The only truth we know
Is that we who live must die
This is our only steadfast truth
Any other idiom is a lie 

When we are stone cold
That’s when life stops
An obvious statement
That the daily grind of living cannot forget

Three score ten?
That’s a myth from way back then
You are here one minute
And gone the next
All before you live
The life you thought best

Death is here to stay
It outlives the now
It cannot be bribed
It cannot be bargained with
It just takes as it sees fit
Luckily it only comes
After you have lived

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If Only I Could Fly

I wish I could grow some wings
And soar up to the edge of the sky
Where heaven touches the earth
And the atmosphere protects
All that dwell beneath 

I want to feel the delights of the wind
Blowing in my face
As I surf through the thin air
Carefree and happy

I want to see what the avian world sees
As they effortlessly glide
Way up in the sky
Viewing both far and near

I want to cruise high above
Just as the jetliners do
Higher than a hot air balloon
That always seems so lonely
In the early morning sky

I want to get dizzy as I look down
On the people who are like ants
In a world so vast and varied and
Filled with animals and plants 

I hope to see Man-made and natural wonders
That only the intrepid traveller ever found
I want to have a panoramic view
That only angels can see
As they look down on you and me

I want to peek over the horizon
That once caused so much fear
And know what Columbus knew was true
That people like me live everywhere

A supersonic traveller I wish to be
As I catch the Jetstream
And zoom across the globe
High above a summers’ kite
Way up where my head will feel so light

No one will be as high as me
I will be the king of the sky
Happy as a lark
Dancing among the clouds
And smiling at the sun

I shall marvel
At earths bounty
That includes you and me
And see where rivers start
Then flow into the sea

I will be where no one
Has dreamt they could ever be
Only an Astronaut
Can outdo me

One day hopefully I will get my wings
And fly up through the sky
Up and up I will go
I will let the wind decide where I will flow

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The Planter In Me

I aim always to make money
My plantations have made me wealthy but
Along the way I might have lost my humanity
In the meantime I will love and enjoy my money

I did not start the trade
As a second son I needed to make my own way
So I turned with no regret to slavery

I am colour blind
I see only a commodity
That can bring huge returns
Prosperous is all I want to be

I do not get my hands dirty
I have the ship captains and
My agents and overseers
To do the soul destroying work for me
I count my money
And my conscience does not bother me

I am human
The slaves are but savages 
I am stronger so they must do as I say
I work them hard
For profit is the only way

Sugar and cotton
Are my gods
I create a supply for there is a demand
On black suffering I do rely
I shrug my shoulders but never sigh
My conscience is easy
It is not a lie

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Modern Beatitudes

The Life we now live seems but a deceitful drain
Rules abound that keep us all in chains
When will our saviour show us 
We are in his favour

Blessed are the rich for they can afford the price rises
Essentials are so far out of reach for us already on our knees
We constantly pray
For what we gravely need

Blessed are the police for they can do as they please
They trample us in their lustful hate of society
Despite claiming to be our big brother

Blessed are the artful for they will dodge anything
And pay an unfair share of taxes
By buying government policy

Blessed are the bankers for they have ruined the day
Lending to us who could not control our spending
But now have to face reality

Blessed are the politicians for they always know what not to say
And lie at election time so convincingly
That we foolishly believe their comedy

Blessed are the immigrants 
For they at first appear foolhardy
Working long hours for less money
Till they realise they have rights like everybody

Blessed are the celebrities 
For they have distracted us well 
From the day to day hell in which we dwell

Blessed are the peaceful for they are useful after a riot
And can calm some but only for a short while
Till the government causes a decline in the economy

Blessed are the rioters for they know the value of greed
And covet an unpaid for flat screen TV
That was too overpriced if bought legitimately

Blessed are the gangs for they rule the streets
And act like feral cats
Till they end up six feet under

Blessed are the silly for they believe the news
And have a forgetful countenance
And  will always blame somebody 

Blessed are the over-spender
Who keep the internet in boom
Even though it’s unaffordable credit card spending
That will cause future misery

Blessed are the middle classes for they take all the school places
And the jobs and all the cream
And anything they can carry

Blessed are the reporters
For they know how to fan the flames of discontent
With their distilled forgetful hate 
That shows gross prejudices

Blessed are the simple folks who the world passes by so quickly
And who seem so unfairly happy
Long may they remain cloaked in insanity

And finally blessed are the people for they will rise up eventually
Another day
When despair can’t be held at bay

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Nostalgia Memories

NOSTALGIA/MEMORIES

Ah quanta nostalgia
Ah what memories

Mentre tutto va
When everything’s going

Oltre I limiti della mia fantasia
Beyond your wildest dreams

Dove tutto e paradise se 
Where all is paradise

Giorni di liberta di festa
A day of freedom and celebration

La musica dolce suorna 
The sweet music plays 

Io pensavo e stato giusto
I thought it was right

Questa melodia
What melody

Passione 
Passion

Voli e brividi
Thrills and dreams

Tranquillita
Peace

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A Sip of Red

A SIP OF RED 

I drink it because I love 
I consume it because I enjoy it
I imbibe it because I like it  

The perfect glass is its best setting
The darkest rouge its only dressing 
The fragrance its deepest allure
Its body I so adore
Is taste always brings happiness to the fore 

I am a connoisseur 
Its richness compels me to drink it 
Its bold aroma makes me sip it
The feelings it brings attracts me to it
I lovingly savour it 

This is how I enjoy it:

I hold the glass up to look at its glow
Then I deeply inhale its bouquet
I swirl the red nectar around 
And the excitement causes my juices to flow
The glass then goes to my eager lips
Forcing me to take a long gently sip

I coo as ambrosia touches my tongue
I lovingly let ecstasy bath my taste buds
They wantonly ravage it 
As the walls of my mouth caresses it 
I feel in heaven as I slurp it 
Then I gladly swallow it 

Down it goes setting my insides on fire
A warm feeling infiltrates me
A sinner I surely must be
For the devil's liquid has captured me 
I have entered a spiral of sensuality

With good company or alone
I can never it disown
Plonk is not for me
Vintage I accept only

One mouthful is never enough
It is best when the glass is empty
My thirst needs it
The full bottle wants it 
I just love having it 

I am one with it
It is within me
It lets me be happy
I love it sincerely

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Productivity

The machine is king
Making money is god
Selfishness is the religion

The underdog is the new third estate
The backbone of society
Is the modern slave
As he gets only the minimum wage

Up we arise in the morning
And off to work we go
We might not be home
In time for dinner
As work is all we know

To the boss we will be productive eventually
To our family we are never there
We have become so numb
That we done even care

Wages are low
Our pensions are cut
Our hearts are filled with rage
We long not for the good old days
For they never existed in any age

What should we do?
Economic gains benefit the country they claim
Yet we wish the hard slog
Of the factory floor
Wasn’t such a right drain

When we rise up they complain
Productivity is lost they claim
Businesses want excessive profits
And managers global fame 
No one cares about our desperate poverty

Downing tools does not help
We just bring home a lot less
We buy the basics with our pittance
And rage at what we will never get

Forever lambasted for inefficiency
We never get the chance to prove our might
No wonder the economy is in such blight
Is there no salary increase insight?

We are to the bosses
Robots clothed in skin
That must be pushed harder and harder
So his bonus can be bigger
We always comply
Despite getting none of the pie

One day our hard work will pay off
One day we will retire 
Until then we will work hard
For no wage makes life dire