Merked it

Angela's Merked it once again,
A steady ship in murky waters
Where the crocodiles of past threaten to snap
At the heels of the wilderbeast as they pass
Across undrawn borders to taste the water
And strive to reach the other side.
From bombs to camps to reach more camps,
Like stranded pawns in a drawn out stalemate
Of kings and a queen
Strong like a rook, the bishops unseen
And the knights long left to save the dregs
Of a teabag left too long to stew.
So stale, this tale, that reoccurs
Through epochs, empires and genocides,
And tired, the weak sip meek chamomile
For a brief respite through melancholy nights
In the face of cold, hard, calculated spite.

Complicit

I want to to buy a fancy car
I want to travel near and far
I want to fly to Zanzibar
We're all complicit.

I want the latest Apple phone
I want to let my data roam
I want my life engraved in chrome
We're all complicit.

I want the latest fashion trend
I want to watch the money I spend
I want my Primani H&Emmed
We're all complicit.

I want to eat my bananas straight
I want to lose my flabby weight
I'll start once I've demolished the crate
We're all complicit.

I want my cashews from Iran
I want my ice cream from a van
I want my drugs from Pakistan
We're all complicit.

I want to watch a game of thrones
I want my slaughter done with drones
I want to ignore the screams and moans
We're all complicit.

I want my home cool in July
I want my winters warm as pie

I want to pretend I want to try

We're all complicit.

I want my showers steaming hot

I want the stove to heat my pot

I want it all I want the lot

We're all complicit.

I want my condoms lubricated

I want my condo renovated

I want to stay intoxicated

We're all complicit.

We're all complicit from me to you
From me to you from me to you
I want to say stuck on repeat
We're all complicit.

A rage against the machine

A vote to take the power back,
a rage against the machine,
backfiring as we turn
the rifle on ourselves
and tie the blindfold,
face the bullets,
shouting "fire!"

we crumple to the floor.

A vote to take the power back,
a rage against the machine,
vague and miscalculated,
backfiring as was past
in Hitler's Weimar
as like him then
an enabling act
passes laws

behind closed doors.

A vote to take the power back,
a rage against the machine,
which only gains in strength
as the rulebook
is rewritten
and the seams
of society
at once resemble

a distant, long lost, melancholy dream.