History
Margaret Thatcher stole the sky,
which once was free for everyone.
Now the stars shine through a lie,
we gaze at them transfixed and dumb.
As shattered dreams adorn the ground,
amidst the broken bodies strewn.
Love of money all we’ve found,
to help distract us from our gloom.
Society is what we’ve lost,
and all we’ve gained are private homes,
To jagged rocks by waves we’re tossed,
upon this sea we sail alone.
Never asking what’s the cost,
to sleep beneath these cold tomb stones.
Art is not the task of life,
just making cash in constant flows.
No love between a Man & Wife,
as atomized their sadness grows.
Often failure to attain
the ideal forms presented us,
weighs heavy on the conscious brain,
So too the threats from God above.
Now how much darker seems the Sun,
through corrugated plastic roof.
So distant now from childhood fun,
and how irrelevant the truth?
Though we all seem entertained,
directed by the suited liars,
don’t we merely play a game,
while what we truly want expires?
Hidden behind the myriad,
shiny sensory delights
& constantly emerging fads,
we grab as though we’re lost in Night.
But are these joys not counterfeit?
In rubbish dumps they lie in piles,
what little joy derived is slight,
conformists trained to show fake smiles.
But for this legacy of pain,
pecked and plundered as by vultures,
one single Woman can’t be blamed,
for her part within this culture.
Where gluttony & greed’s enshrined.
Imperatives, cast: “To Aspire”;
“Use the people and your time,
to make your money pile higher”.
“Praise the idols of our age.
Above all else you must succeed”,
the warning given on each page,
but when will efforts serve our need?
Are what’s left of honest people,
destined to live and die alone.
Will the poor be treated equal,
once they’ve bought their council home?
For a share in private fortunes,
we sell our heritage, it seems.
So try to dance to different tunes,
not the rhythms on your TV screens.
Shield what lives behind your eyes,
Protect your childhood hopes and dreams,
lest you find yourselves deprived,
of your soul along with your birthright.