That you never wear all these clothes, is no excuse not to buy
more of that you'll never need. The anodyne consumer dream must be fed,
Primark, Benetton and Walmart's greed, offers you the shopping buzz on which you feed
- come on you know you need it!
There are no cracks in this land of starvation wage
the rags for riches human trade, is too distant from our shores -
too costly to consider.
The fulfilment of our ordered sin,
the garment of our desire...
adorning our wants
we forget of lives
in lesser nations,
each time we shop in ignorance
we shall not pay a penance
or shed a tear for mortal woes
that we demand - in cheaper clothes.
While we embrace satanic mills
souls will burn for sowing things,
spirits lie death bed bound,
the rubble grave - a burying mound.
If you abhor what's gone before;
then honour those without a voice
and change the world through informed choice.
Either way - do not shrug
or turn to God.
Do not pray
or look to clouds -
we're the consumer
turning lives to shrouds.
Note; a recorded reading of the above poem can be found below;
In a world where it is "always" someone else's fault - the notion that perhaps we are the monster of our own creation. The hope in writing this was not to offer quick, easy and ultimately flawed solutions, rather the idea was to create a discussion where home truths are the starting point.