By The Urban Poet
Draft beer pumps lined in neat rows straight
Bar person trying hard to keep up to date
With endless orders in a busy pub with live music,
Sky TV, and tasty home cooked grub
Everything is under control yea?
Parents rushing like mad to drop off the kids
Morning dew glistening on wheelie bin lids
Diesel clouds billow through the morning light
A build up from heavy traffic lines at night
Is everything under control?
An ambulance siren, or is it a sound effect?
For a movie you could swear you were in
When you woke up shivering, hands erect,
worshipping all that you hold dearly,
even though for you, this is really early. Scary.
But all is well and under control?
What is control? To dominate, have the power?
To influence, direct people, stand like a tower
To alter the course of events, rule over, reign?
Curb, subdue, repress and wash people’s brains?
Are we under someone’s control?
Well It’s all been done before, tried and tested
In would-be super hero’s, people have invested
all their trust.
And so control can be summed up as just....
A temporary period until these words are spoken...
”ashes to ashes, dust to dust”.