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 

The Queen's Speech

In times to come, woes in sight
In shadows past no vision of light
When darkness swallows and belches pity


The nitty gritty of pretty merry, I admire 
Shall become more of a fairy prayer
The sounding of war drums, follow rushing of waves


Inter-fusion of whaling voices, butchered at sea in piece(s) 
Bewilderment of supplications gone awry
An obligation of mercy to show and behold, made void 


To stem oozing pain from sighs at moonlight, made void 
And moanings from sides torn from buffets
Left to starve on the door step of war drums 


Meet me at the place where fear thrives
Where tears cry and whales moan of shallow waters 
Where uncertainty is surety, death is a luxury


At the place where happiness has no face
And destitute, grips like a fever pitch 
Then talk to me about misfortune, you lucky bustard

What becomes of Greece..

What of  Greece, Athens and of Olympia.. 

Were gods not made of these land..

Philosophers and wiseman..

Alexandria's of Great ..

A millennia and two after in times spoken of 
And still as these names are mentioned..

Something of greatness in subtle tones..

Resonates, in reverberation from the land..

Like thunders echoes from afar..
Cast down by the gods with lighting 

In lion's roar on mountain stand ..

Setting birds off, on flight from trees..

So we know, they are still up there..

The gods, there in the heavens 
The gods are not asleep..

Just resting their eyes..

But they must as well be..

Greece burns as Rome once did..

While Hercules sets more lights..

On burning straws in protest..

And delegated elders 
Leaders of these lands..

Are to define their sense of being 
And what what purpose the stand 

Ceremonial supreme councils of emperors..

Just liking the name, for the name sake..

Like toothless lion in chi wa wa's coat..

Barking out against anarchies frustration..

The evil of man shall burn with the good..

Until no structure of their establishment ..

Stands in pomposity and build will start 
All over again from phoenix ashes..

This time it would be said..

No man shall withhold ..

Fortunes of the collective..

This time it would be different..

But is it not known to the wise...
That man's breath is the very..

Beginning of selfish withhold..

Not the structures burnt in rage..

What becomes of Greece's..

Sculptures, Gods, Philosophers..

Alexandria's, of once great civilisation..