THE RAIN.

VOTES LIKE PAPER BOATS

SMOKING, BURNING,

FLOATING

DOWN THE RIVER OF DESPAIR

NOT CARING WHO WINS

JOB DONE FOR ITS SINS

THIS “X” IN A BOX

SEE, THIS TIME THERE IS NO OIL

NO NEED TO FOIL

A DESPOT’S PLAN OR

A TERRORIST’S PLOT

TO SANITISE, TO SARONISE

AND CARRY NO STENCH OF DEATH

BUT WHILE THEIR PEOPLE WRETCH,

AND GASP FOR BREATH

THE “X”’s GROW

WITH NOTHING TO SHOW

BUT POLITICAL GAIN

WHILE POISON CONTINUES TO RAIN

AND A FATHER TRIES

TO WIPE HIS CHILDREN’S EYES

AS THEY GASP, GRASPING FOR BREATH

THE RAIN BRINGS DEATH

AND THE SOUND OF SILENCE

BROKEN ONLY BY A PIERCING CRY OF LOSS

A SORROW WE WOULD PREFER TO GLOSS OVER

WITH, “INSUFFICIENT PROOF”                                                            

THEN WE STAND ALOOF

HIDING BEHIND THE CLOAK OF INSURGENCY

WHERE’S THE FUCKING URGENCY?

WHERE IS THIS CARING SHARING

WORLD THEY TALK ABOUT?

I ONLY SEE IT RIPPING AND TEARING

THE HEART OUT OF COMPASSION

“EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF” SEEMS TO BE THE CRY

AS WE RATION THE FUTURE

FOR THE CHOSEN FEW

FOR THOSE WHO

ARE CROSSING

THE PAPERS

RAPERS

OF TRUST.

AND THE POISON

CONTINUES

TO

FALL.

© By: - Pete Slater.   2013.