With the state of the world being what it is right now (and again, and again) I’ve found it’s often rather infuriating. There’s so much awful going on all the time it’s hard to deal with. This isn’t quite finished, but as a wip i’m happy with it – it’s difficult, obviously, and i rarely write political poetry, but sometimes it can help with a worldrage.
I am pissed off, pie eyed and
Because their solution to guns is guns
And the fix to our problems
Is to blow things up
When there’s pretty much Fuck all left
And they want us to bray
And cheer it on
When there’s fuck all left
And it’s all gone wrong .
Why this is the solution
It seems more of a final solution
And yet so calmed and so pacified
We stand idle whilst their
Balls driven, anger cock hardens
About a button to end it all.
Because you know what?
Violence begets violence.
It’s basic maths
If you bomb the shit out of someone they aren’t coming back.
But when you’re turning their cities to dust to save them
That’s noblesse oblige at that.
What you want is to stop the bloodshed
With a tank and the bomb and the gas.
Those children with machine guns
asked for it when they picked up the gat
If they’d had guns..
They had guns
People died because we cannot stop killing each other.
Where the fuck is the sense in that?
I’m sure ‘do not kill’ is a central tenet
in everything, just twisted and transformed
to transfix the need
Of sad, repulsive old men with power complexes and bloodlust.
But we’re all complicit
Because we let them
Though we’re given little option.
So I’m pissed-off, pie-eyed and discontented,
because what the hell else is there to do.
When the world descends to madness,
How do we bid adieu?