The Haunt

 

     You see the little box you place bits of your heart,

They ain’t the cure for your soul turning hard,

     You see the Polar Bear

Eating her young to survive,

They won’t fuel your car

When the oil has dried and,

     Being blind to the world

Passes the boy on the beach,

Dead in his skin,

Drowned and condemned

And spent so cheaply,

     So cheaply

The West turned away.

 

     For it costs too much

To feed hungry mouths,

Costs too much to find

Children in peace,

     But the rig sailing

There be a million bucks

And the war machine rumbles

To a trillion hard fucks,

Hard luck on the kids

While the chefs

Dish the affluent with

Delicacies expensively cooked –

And look at the latest

Gas guzzling machines

The richest find palatable

While young humans are starved

And I guess,

     The rapists deserved

The whip that they got

But why call it justice

When ordering girls be

Illegally fucked?

 

     And oh the irony

In a world so deceitful

That Trident be modernised

While the sinkholes

Get wider

And none the wiser

Be the man turning away,

Sat saintly - serenely

In his crib for the day

Because it’s just too

Conceited to step

Outside your home

When the world we have loaned

Presents only falsehoods to swallow

     And they got it right

Way back in the eighties

While dimly lit teachers

Taught your young

To follow make believe deities,

 

     For the band knew

And so did I,

That this world dies screaming

Within the blink of an eye,

And no need for missiles

No need for guns

For we have all lost

Substance as our hollow

Becomes,

     We’ve all lost our hearts!

     We’ve all lost humanity!

     We’ve all become poor

While rich in paper and brass,

 

     Still,

Feed the boxes they put

On the shelves,

Feed the boxes for the hungry

And homeless to swell,

     Pay scant attention

To each child that dies,

And know in your conscience

You all took a bribe,

    

     Wave flags of the patriot

Making enemies of friends,

Shoot the fuck out the beings

Who run red like yourself,

     Sing like a bastard in Churches

Of wealth, then toast

To the world you’re glad

For your health,

     Take holidays to Crete

And immerse your feet

In the sea now red,

And forget the young child lying

Beached and dead,

     Sing God Save The Queen

     Sing for Jerusalem

     Sing for America

And wave your flags high,

Then Bye to the World

You deeply despised,

 

     And just watch what you say

In this Orwellian world,

Where doctors who cure

All too often are killed,

     Live in fear of Aids

     Live in fear of Cancer,

     Live in fear of authority

     Live in fear all your life,

     Never get ill,

     Never deny a vote never cast,

     Never turn

Your head from the TV

That is false and last

But not least

As you pass by the box,

     Feed the metal you are,

     Take no care

     And spare not a thought,

For the spirit you had has gone,

     You were bought,

     You’re as hollow as Earth

As your animals die,

    

     Compounding the problems –

Believing clever put lies,

     Feed the little box,

Be like the fox now fully condemned

And forfeit your life

And be only a ghost,

     A ghost to roam

This dying rock,

Where time’s speeding up

For the day you will haunt!

 

(Drifting in wisps

As the cold wind blows,

Moaning the Hell this Earth becomes

Are the many who’ve failed

To admit the truth;

That our make-up is selfish

And ego and false,

And never look in,

Never look into

Pandora’s box;

For we’d see the beauty

In Earth and its peoples we lost,

     Barren in time this world will become,

Where ghosts of humanity

Wail eternities scream!).

 

Michael J Waite 3rd September 2015.