Sometimes I want
To give you lot
A collective thump
This time ‘cause of
….I can’t even be arsed to say his name.
Your doing it again
Inflicting on the world
That special pain
Land of the free
I’m so bloody pleased
Your not mine.
You gave us Ginsberg
We learned the beats
And loved Bob Dylan and Kerouak
And found us Einstein
What a great day
Then you gave us Pinochet.
You gave us Beat
Who danced their freedom
On threadbare feet high and low
But you also gave us Fascists with dominoes.
From Washington with a bullet
Made in the camp of the Americas.
“Free societies are hopeful societies”.
This one gave me a warm rush
Then disbelief a little push
That was said by W Bush!
You gave us Martin Luther King
They gave us hope for life
A wonderful human beautiful man
Then he was murdered by a right wing gang.
And still "oh mama, oh mama I can't breathe"
You suffered the twin towers
everyone picked a painful flower
You got love from every power
Then you went and sent it back
Invading the country of Iraq.
On road and rail with Kerouac
Howling with Ginsberg
Smoke filled bars
Bob Dylans forever young,
with the beautiful Joan Baez.
Big steel cars.
The journeys of youth
Young people at school
searching for themselves
Searching for their freedom
On the Road or Harper Lee
Now it arrives not with a book or a play.
But with guns every single day.
We stood enthralled at the rat pack
Democrats with whirling feet
Voices like beautiful caress to our ears
And beating rhythms high and low.
As the guys sang and danced
Old blue eyes won votes for Kennedy
Then you wouldn’t let Sammie Davies in for tea.
of Dylan and Morrison
Burroughs, Warhol and Patti Smith
Cascading words to open eyes
Like verbal matchsticks
Dispensing learning and love to you and me
And the FBI had you all under scrutiny.
Oh America land of the free
Standing on clay feet of bigotry
Oil flowing in societies veins
Trample on peace peoples remains.
Please don’t leave us
Yet again with sweating smudgy faces to fear
With one of your awful arrogant lying men
Who asks over a plate of glutton
Anyone remember where I put that button?
The button pressed on Dealey Plaza
With a magic bullet and a sackful of lies.
I’m sick of your pretentious onerous onanistic
Politics inflicted against our will
Upon a world that hopes
But just gets shafted one more time
in our time of need
By your unsurpassable fucking greed!
and "I can't breathe".
IS It possible technology will surpass
The putrid stupifactory greed
Of those oil based rich
Won on Cretaceous black.
And coal driven from pliocene.
And stab those haters in the back!
NO, cause now they’ve got the drones to attack.
Doesn’t somehow dinosaur
Have that ring as you start to think
About people like Bush and Trump and Ronnie Reagan
And his best girl yes you betcha
Hateful old Maggie Thatcher and now fat boy Boris.
And sadly we concur phoney murderous backstabbing Blair.
Does that describe better their path?
Doesn’t for me
Ive always called em narcissist or psychopath.