I don’t always get political, but when I do…

No More

No more bread and circuses.
No more fleeting joy.
No more lies to children.
No more fancy toys.
They’re seeking to distract you,
With their baubles tricks and shows .
While they gamble with your bank account,
crying “Please, just one more throw?”

No more politicians.
No more Eton boys.
No more offshore wanking.
No more evasive ploys.
It makes no difference who you are,
They’ll sell you just the same.
They’ll treat you like you’re property,
Well I won’t play that game.

No more taking orders.
No more washing hands.
No more lying to ourselves,
It is time to make a stand.
Time to change the paradigm,
Stop the stealing, silence lies.
Don’t let them use divide and rule,
The old order has to die.

No more feeding fat cats.
No more monopolies.
No more bought elections.
No more overlords.
I know we can’t be equal,
Because we’re not the same.
But we can respect our differences,
And unite as humans who are sane.

No more indentured service.
No more wage slavery.
No surrender, no retreat.
And no more apathy.
Stand up and don’t be counted,
We’re not numbers any more.
We are the ninety-nine percent,
And we’re taking back what’s ours.

It is time we took the world back,
And said “Enough! No more!”
Don’t let the cycle start again
We have been here before.
A revolution’s coming,
It cannot come to pass.
Round and round we go again,
A blast straight from the past.
The haves and have nots swap around,
Oppressor is oppressed .
So starts the roadshow up once more,
And we fail the final test.
We pass parcels on eternally,
and all will get a turn.
It never ends, there is no prize,
It goes on till we burn.
We need to break the cycle,
We need to stop the wheel.
We need to get back what we lost,
and it’s up to me and you.

Keith

The second poem from my old Moleskine. Yes it is directed at a specific person and no I’m not going to say who. Hopefully if they read this they’ll know.  Don’t worry it isn’t all adolescent crap like this, we’ll get to the good stuff soon. I had already published this on Tumblr but though I’d better include it here for completeness. I think it’s telling that my prose tends to score around 50 on the  Flesch Reading Ease scale while my poetry tends to score much higher, surely it should be the other way around?

Is That Too Much to Ask?

Take my hand.
Is that too much to ask?
Hold tight now
Don’t get lost in the crush.
Don’t let go
I’m right here by your side.
This is me
In your hand I can’t hide.

Take these arms.
Is that too much to ask?
Wrap them round.
Clasp yourself in their grasp.
Safe and sound.
I’m no danger to you.
This is me.
There’s no mask to see through.

Take my mind.
Is that too much to ask?
Reason rules.
and through thought, prevents act.
Here you play.
In dreams of what could be.
This is me.
Strip the logic and you’ll see.

Take my soul
Is that too much to ask?
Broken thing
Scarred and hurt by the past.
Light me up
Lift my spirit, share your glow.
This is me.
Where the damage doesn’t show.

Take my heart.
Is that too much to ask?
Feel it beat.
Speeding up as you pass.
Guard it well.
It is scarred but it’s whole.
This is me.
This heart is yours to hold.

Am I asking too much?
Don’t you want what I offer?
I give it up gladly.
Empty out all my coffers.
It is all that I value.
All I have that’s of worth.
May not be a rich treasure.
But but they’ve been mine since birth.

Keith

The first complete poem from my previous Moleskine. Yes it rhymes, I can’t seem to help it. Sorry

Poem One – Untitled

Every moment.
A bridge is burned.
Every second.
A lesson learned.

No erase.
No rewind.
No re-takes.
So know your mind.

Step forward.
Don’t step back.
Forge onward.
Press the attack.

Regret nothing.
Use failure to win.
Act on it.
Apathy is sin.

Make a choice.
Choose it well.
Wrong or right.
Time will tell

Keith