The People's Manifesto

Thank you, thank you, thank you  
Ladies and gentlemen, please, please, be sitted 
To your attention I usher thee, presences  


Thus be, I am not into politics 
You talkative, attention   
You best know, believe  


I represent a Nation 
No, not a notion of fallacy, dreamt up 
Built on this here principles entangled 


Long lost before dawn, day break 
I don't have time for the buffoonery flaunted 
I see past, the promises  made to wow the crowd 


I feel the rain drop on my shoulders, sensitive  
My senses are sharpened , bright  
To detect blindness, my vote is with meaning, value   


I analyse their speeches, so wrong  
Irrational thoughts on subjects, baseless  
They lose their objectives, goal greed  


So I am not into politics, spinning 
To fall in line, with the party's manifesto 
I represent a Nation, to question the manifesto  


Hear, hear you wranglers of cooperate interest, listen 
This is to the house of commons, sense 
Parliament for the people in chambers


The house should not be at rest , rested
Work to be done. sweats and blood, sacrifice  
A Nation to build, hear hear, a Nation to build 




Note: Read the words in red as a  second poem on this page 

Death of Anarchy

I am no coward, believe me;..
I have faced, the hands that be.. 
The establishment order  
Made my stand and paid the price,.. 
In ways like, "keep the change"..
With my head, held high "keep the change"

I am a rebel, ..
I believe in an ideology, a  Marxist.. 
Yet,  at night into day, day break..
I conform to the establishment's order..

The status quo, like using the currency .. 
Of the Three Masons, for fruits and veg..
And bus pass too, phone calls 

For my hands are tied..
On bills to be paid ..
Fearful of the brown envelopes.. 

Butter in currency, in trade, 
For the wheel to move on survival guide 
Bureaucracy in classiest states  ..

Watched the old  Black beret  
Red star attached, revolutions  
Trade in trading places   
With the West in symbols, 
The market, the greed..

So what became, of the flower power ..
As liberals transform, into the far right..
And few go as far as standing on stages..
We once burnt down, in protest ..

Politicians will never change..
Handshakes seals signs..
Symbols of the transformation..
They preach, like hallow souls..

In my heart, I am a rebel ..
A renegade, a Marxist..
In reality, I have to pay my bills..
Truth be told, they are mounting up  

Call it my 40 days in the desert..
Till I am liberal, financially liberated .. 
In the true sense, of the word..

Not forced to live in the woods as free
And my cheques, cash books 
Checks and measures; 
Bill do balance in the black  

Who dare, blurs the line 
Of anarchy, with 9 to 5
Who, who; tell me who did,
In rebellious suits..

Not constraint by situations ..
Circumstance, reality ..
And Kings of the day ..
Demand their cut..

Offspring's ; ..
Demand their birth right. ..
Their feed, their warmth..
And my night bed is sacrificed ..

Candle I burns on both sides 
Ends in the middle.. 
Hoping there was more hours in the day 

In my heart, I am a renegade ..
"Excuse me, while I put the kids to bed
School starts, early tomorrow"...
Weekend food shopping to be made 

In my heart, I am a rebel..
At one with the course and this, thus becomes.. 
The reincarnation of  anarchy's death 

Viva la revolucion 
And it shall not be televised 
Sorry folks, something to do 
With the TV license not being paid