Thursday, 14 September 2017

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.

Tuesday, 12 September 2017

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.