These Social Problems Ignored


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A Failure of Feedback

The big hot end of day becomes
The big hot end of the week
All efforts to labour seem futile
All work appears to be for the rich
And every year, economic inequality widens
However, there is no sign of revolution

Quite the contrary, the masses seem
More docile than ever, almost engineered to be
There is no news about injustice, only
Distractions, media blitz, cover-ups, white-washes
After all the shitty advertisements
You’d think we deserve something a

Bit more authentic, but no, culture has degraded
The sociology of control is here
Technology is a now worse-torture
And I can only continue on without being
Half-alive to the rising debt
The inflated house prices, the inflation of

The cost of living that demands budgeting
Without equality, what’s art but
Prayers of the impoverished, celebrations
Of the futile, but even the artists seem to
Ignore the real issues of the day
And prefer instead to write about nonsense.

Lyrics in Recession


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This horrible but superb painting
Is modern society faltering badly
the autumn empire of greed falling
an economic diagonally downward spiral

it’s october and I’ve found anticipation for a day
the pure diversion of the eternal present
it will be all gone soon enough
This splendid but tragic superb music

of living without justice and competing
nestling the alarms of a hush-throated society
I will close the doors of sense and world-news
for a humbling sort of use of poetry

to satiate the lyrics that internally glisten
for the new creation of some future’s
giant transforming wing, for minds
and youth to whom all anguish has been mended
to live or not to live, in a better world.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Lightness-of-Being-404173536

Dawn without the sometimes Furious Swarming of Coins


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Dawn arrives in magnificent loneliness
Without hassles or questions

Only a lovely waiting –
That grasps essentials

Effortlessly, with pillars of the sun
Milky drafted anguish for

The beacon of tomorrow
Dawn in my City devours

Abandoned children, in the streets
Those who go out early

Know in their bones, each day’s value
Dawn arrives with light buried

Beneath our cheeks, under
A rootless science of hope

That we use to stagger through all suffering
Dawn arrives with a shipwreck of blood

Though we expected only monotony
The world is changing, my dears.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Dawn-95724313