38 Degrees

 

 

          Can you, be bought?

     Have you, been bought?

Economics dictate there is no money in the pot,

But are you, being bought?

 

All the country’s pride is at stake,

Has it, been bought?

 

Once ago, The Police never

Entertained the Gun,

Never penalized so badly

The man who claimed a run for freedoms,

Time ago, Bevan and Beveridge

Gave needs to poverty and powerlessness,

And created entities they now seek to replace,

          The country was green,

          Not concrete or asphalt,

And trust was almost there!

 

          Now everyone’s seeking

Someone to blame, while wars continue

The plight of the Human,

And taut is the feeling on streets

That are maimed, losing what little

Control they have of their lives.

 

            All those visionaries

We now seem to invade

By politics of ‘just cause,’

Are they to fade to a nothing

When something of nothing is

What the people were gave?

 

          The working class with their

Hard bloodied knocks and harsh

Bloody a slang,

          Those pillars who created

The wealthy by the buckets they bled,

Are now shedding tears at what

In principle are falsehoods,

Seconded by goods classed as seconds

To wear.

 

          Wearing thin on the ground

Are the patience of saints,

For the all that they give is not

Near good enough,

They take to the military to

Lose lives never had,

Come back as casualties;

Cleverly - told to shut up.

 

          They work for a pittance

And good riddance is wished from

The poor ethics of rich,

For the habits they have

They call embarrassing moments,

When the squander of minds

Be the hypocrisy we all

Are aware of,

          By a system we now know -

Keen on abuse.

 

          Rousseau was right,

He thought for a while and

Realized insincerity from those sat on high,

     But to replace one set of gangsters

For another just wouldn’t be

The remedy for the speaker of the commons,

Yet commonly spoke is the talk of civil war.

 

          In whose eyes is the law of

This land beholden?

When fathers no longer see children,

When corruption cares not for those within ethics,

When models of well grounded principles

Are left out in the open; devoured in storms -

By Wolves with blood on their paws.

 

          We are at war and,

Can you be bought?

Is there a price sitting pretty over your head,

Will you voice the discord or,

Braying ignorance you act like a donkey

Kicking against only the trinkets you have

Said in collusion is robbed by the taxman,

As the axeman claims victory to a hospital closed.

 

          People will die,

Animals will die,

Countries dissolve,

A planet will die but,

Can you be bought?

 

Money controls don’t you know?

As your orbit of travel sits firmly

At home,

          Drugs seek only to remedy the lust

To wonder off shore and,

Being bought are the ministers

And authority and do you want your share?

Can you be bought for a pittance - your heart,

            OR DO YOU VOICE YOUR DISSENT

AT THE WORLD WE NO LONGER TRUST?

 

Bought for a pittance,

Bought for a pittance,

Bought for a pittance

Are those no longer Citizens,

But selfish in attitudes seeking only of power,

Bought for a pittance and condolences people,

For Bastards in power knowing only corruption,

Have created venoms of secrecy,-

Running rife like a virus in pittance of mind.

 

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Michael J Waite 12^th July 2011.