Long Live Caesar! Not!

All hail the fellow most fortunate!

May he lord over us with a smile,

Counting his millions and patting our heads,

Eyes glinting with greed all the while

 

We man the machines and fire the furnaces

Keeping the cogs oiled and turning.

He plots and connives with those of his ilk,

Such avarice sets my soul churning,

 

Sick to the stomach and bled from the heart,

Observing the world as it passes

Into confusion and just revolution

Freedom from all of these asses

 

Who think with their pockets, count up the dockets,

Tally the amount they are due

While ordinary folk are broke and feel choked

Doing all they can do.

 

Working for life we endeavour and strive

Doing our best to go on.

Corporate greed, mismanaged politics

Whistle a more carefree song

 

Where notes that are played are all out of tune,

Discordant and the world knows.

Observe the illusion, no more confusion,

Sing change, no more hail, overthrow.

 

They’ll tax you to hell and then back again

But not for the good of the masses.

They operate on a different plain.

Don’t tell me there’re no more classes.

 

New royalty sits on the throne of theft,

Theft from the world’s rich resources,

Benefits some while others are struggling

For life and one meal from all courses.

 

Indictment is due, long overdue

Who kills spirit’s desire?

Who robs from the poor and lines their own mattress?

Who dares this? This gun’s for hire.

 

No bullets here. No violence as such,

Although I might like the chance

To kick all their arses right into touch.

God, I’d do it and dance!

 

To force them to see that others, that’s we,

Who live in this world and belong,

Care for each other, all our world’s brothers.

Why can’t they sing a new song?

 

Where health and well-being and happiness child

Fear not each new day dawning

And wonder at how they might go on

As each night rolls on into morning.

 

Anonymous voices the whole world over

Are rising to make themselves heard.

There are those who must listen, carefully now,

Listen and heed the word.

 

All religious systems I know of

Speak and preach about love,

Love for all men, so show it.

We all have to answer above.

 

If not to your god, your creator

Then to karma or maybe a banker.

Get accounts ready to justify self.

Don’t be caught as a wanker

 

Pleasuring self, ecstatic illusion

But selfish through to the core.

Give love to others, release their orgasm,

I’ve always found that was more

 

Fulfilling for all. Such divine death,

To know that life has begun

In unity, fruition, climactic contrition,

That’s the song I want to hear sung.

Dreamscape

A voice unexpected

Calls out from the deep,

Enters my mind,

Troubles my sleep.

It whispers in sorrow,

Blighted it seems,

Tangles, entwines

In all of my dreams.

Meaning’s unclear,

Answers are none

For questions are woven,

Intricately spun.

Trapped in my mind,

Lost in my soul,

Arrives in the darkness,

Pleads to make whole.

Closed eyes review

Unworldly perusal,

Tears form in both

At day’s blunt refusal.

Your Voice

Your voice is quite mellifluous

In my imagination

It washes clear across my pores

And takes me to your nation.

It may be one like Hugh of Oz

That melts and quivers knees,

Or could be spoken like a kiss

That touches, breathes with ease.

It could be a Canadian

Or US dialect,

It could be Scots or Irish

With a something in its fleck.

It could be just my hearing

That warms to accents so.

It may be just the words you say

That cause ears and heart to glow.