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A long political poem |
Sympathisers If you’re not part of the cure You’re part of the disease In black and white so pure You can do just what you please If not with us, you’re against us In the grey we plot conspire No room for free thinkers This space is not for hire Just sign on the dotted line No need to read the print Trust us, everything is fine, it makes sense if you squint We’re going to gas a hornets nest, and only wasps will die They’ll disregard their martyrs’ deaths, and peaceful doves will fly It sounds like a good story On the page it sounds so right An entrance with no exit, no strategy in sight Whilst seeds sowed in our gardens, await the bombs to drop The fallout it will harden An already too firm crop Such wars, they have their seasons Its ignorance we farm Strange bedfellows, strange reasons A pattern of self harm, in ill advised rash rendezvous That always seem to stray Ambushed by the silverware We sold back in the day And at this time of spending With funds already lean, We can’t afford the gifts your sending The hypocrisy’s obscene As shepherds in flak jackets Make such targets of their flocks From the safety of planned private jets Filled with pigs and cocks Flying round in safety With all their fat cat friends Funded from the coffers Of the sheep locked in the pens As the babies, spit their dummies Quite rightly out the pram, situations call for bigger A larger, greater man They call for saner people To hem a seam, so frayed Darkness can’t fight darkness That’s where shadows play A game bereft of victors With casualties unbound Targeted they pick us The media has found Conscripted vengeful soldiers On either side they weigh Dodging mines in no-man’s land The thoughtful people pray Pray to gods of common sense Fundamental beliefs lack Blood debts mass in recompense They want their eyes, teeth back We pray that they won’t do it We pray that they might see In irony, we fight for peace, … Fuck for virginity! We bathe in oxy moron’s truths Shells shower… mortar see … If we’re not with you, we’re against you? … That’s good enough for me! |