What Is Next

Where are you, I ask 
With strings attached, string-fellow   
Wearing  down my existence  


What is next, I ask, what is next  
We placed our trust in the system  
We paid our tax to the system 


We signed to the school of thought you peddled
We followed with faith what you  preached 
We aspired to reach the pinnacle set 


We acquired what success ascribed to be 
What dreams, we were asked to dream 
We connected and invested into the system 


We mortgaged our freedom to the system 
We tied a knot to the system, confetti  
We were briefed on who, held t' moral high ground 


We then  watched the system fail to deliver 
We got to know what was fact from illusion 
We lost our jobs because of the system 


We felt the pain in our pockets 
We felt the hunger in our stomach    
We had no security for our children, lost our houses 


We woke to realise the fallacy fed to us  
Where halo the funds and joy was 
What we had, what we were sold


And we went to occupy wall street 
Some of the people some of the time  
We demand answers to the question 


Who was it that benefited 
If we are said to be, a part of the system 
Yet we suffer most from the system 

My Right To, My Prerogative

What I would give for common grounds   
Chaos of a debate, lingering on platforms  
A thousand men demand to be heard, boiling kettle


Individual thoughts on compromise, unreachable 
Opposite ends of a spectrum 
Distance of notions expressed, banquet for tea set up


Avoidance of a resemblance, tea party gather
Fear of his intention, alien of his life 
Reeks of toxic propaganda, allergy to his breath   


"Do not come close" Manifesto set
Far is near enough of want 
Buffer zone, requested, demanded   


Strangers intentions, unclear to observers
Worried with paranormal thoughts 
From outcome of encounters, drink up notions  


No progress or developments, buying into the production  
No innovation through links and compliance 
No effect on cause of sharing, knowing, understanding 


Fear mongering on old folk tales, passed on, them against us
"There is something in the woods" it worries 
Factions of individuals, groups, "puppet masters" 


A vote in voices heard , hostage of a party held   
A thousand men demand a stage 
A thousand more queue in line 


No compromise, gathering solid ground 
" someone always looses out on that
and it want be me " 


I demand to be heard 
It is with my self interest that I speak 
I demand to be heard, observers worry


My right to, I vote to, kidnap of an old machinery
My prerogative  
My tea, just went cold, on my crumpets

We Are The 99%

There is no democracy  "Limp up"
If my vote for the left or the right   
Leaves me out of pocket and without a job, no joke  


When the police see my right to demonstrate 
As an act of aggregation towards the state 
And not a wake up call to the cry of it's citizens 


There is no democracy when private institutions 
Puppet the machinery of society's  fabric 
To their own private gains, fooling the masses   


When secret organisations are formed  
Within governments and titled special privileged groups  
With a get out of jail card to walk on water 


And who is to take the moral high ground 
When the west sleeps in the same bed 
With all that, we as a civilised society, should stand against 


Are meant to be differentiated from  
There is no democracy when communism  
And capitalism blur the lines of who owes who, I O U  


So today, I will wear my Guy  Fawkes mask 
And march to Tahrir square, The Wall street, Hong Kong 
 Leicester square, in Greece, Japan, in Thailand 


For I am one of the 99 percent, left out
And I demonstrate for my right to be, let in 
To hold the institution of governance to account 

Some "Thing" Stinks

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A case in point, say politics in pictures view 

Some thing stinks, scandal  yet no one says  

Some thing rattles yet no one hears  


Like the death by a thousand cuts   
By a thousand men and society bleeds  

Who am I to hold, for the crime inflicted, who done it  


And Julius Caesar will know such pain in betrayal  

Recent calenders holds such epic stories known "early"  

Bringing to light the rot in society  


Watching giants fall, taking a few others with them  

The cancer of corruption greed and power   

By the men who swore an oath to uphold  


Defending with pomposity such acid tongue  they "jiggle" with jibe

The indefensibly with a smug, my heart rages   

Morality is gone Barmy and the nut house is full  


In the concrete jungle a phenomenon arises   
Giants of trees fall in successions   
And the parrots Murdoch are tamed without voice


Tainted acts and by association, playing the power game   

Lining pockets, no one hears a tree fall in the forest  

If you did, then tell me, who among the crowd done it  


So with a thousand cuts who is society to blame  

Julius Caesar will know such pain, pain of affliction 

While democracy bleeds on hypocrisy and greed.

Tell me, who done it.