The music version of a poem I posted a few months back - part of the BARD COMPANY album '21st Century Bullshit Detector' (see link at foot of post if you would like to hear more

Leviathan

The senile wolf is at the door

Spewing racist chaos hate

Howling at perceived injustice

A permanent and hostile state

See the war pigs gathering round

His rancid and disgusting trou...

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Once sat upon a waveless ocean,

time stood still for lack of motion.

No one spoke for all could see

the guardians of eternity.

Then water slowly turned to glass

ablaze with fire, no soul could pass.

And all knew time at last did bring…

the final day of reckoning.

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tongues tide

lapsing where the fire's inside

purchase granted in crevices born

anew; those defining, wracking moments

where we may whet our ruse:

fleshlessness disguised

as godlessness.

they called me Brindle:

baptized by brine and bristle

brushed steeline, raising thistles

where my lust for life was thought to be

the nuturance of dead. weight.

they ca...

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In Other News

In other news

The forests burned

Ice caps melted

No one learned

We all stopped listening

To each other

But continued shouting

At one another

Threw our plastics

In the sea

Gorged ourselves

On misery

Refused to let

Our neighbours in

Treated losses

As a win

Praised the rich

And damned the poor

Pissed against

Austerity’s do...

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The world don't end the way y'all think it do.
It ain't no alien invasions, or no world wars or no crap like that. And it ain't no natural disasters or prophecies neither... 
And, it wasn't really all the way over when it seemed to be all over. 
Trust me, the end was only just beginnin'...
Let me tell it how I seen it, again and again. It was 0930 on Monday, July the 4th, in the year 2,067A.D....

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Eviction

They were young
and cowering in an alley,
fearful for the future,
as sirens screeched
around them.

The sky a molten white
of churning clouds.

Everyone running,
colliding, jostling,
trying to be anywhere
but here.

She turned to him
with moist eyes
and lips the colour
of arterial blood.

When he tilted
her chin upwards
her gaze never left
the yellowing smoke
unt...

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