The World Be Nothing We Own

 

 

     I am so tired from all that’s been said,

I am so very tired from all that I’ve heard,

I have spoken my mind but that means nothing,

For my mind has been ill for many a year,

And to think most declare themselves sane

In a world full of madness,

Just does not equate to all that I’ve seen,

People in ignorance not realizing

All that they do,

As hurt topples everyone’s thrown.

 

There’s a fading of substance

That’s claimed we all are,

As the drum turns to concrete

The mixture within,

And there’s nothing so lifeless

About humanity now,

As the belief we can all effect change,

Such rage I have had,

Such anger at all gone before,

Such incomprehensible sorrow and jibe,

For the wars we lose from political lies,

 

From puppet master to marionette,

From the two sides of every window –

Shopped and prostituted,

Democracy has no visionaries

That can invest honesty,

As the capitalist wrings his hands

For the wealth that he owns,

     Intellect,

Is nothing now but a tool to be bought -

By psychologists and market forces,

Who’ll find the value you

Think that you own,

And there’s no home,

Just a rented shadow to roam

What is done,

Searching each corner for the crack of the gun.

 

Michael J Waite 15th October 2014.