A man-made day

There’s a man-made day
It’s a layer over the truth
It’s as deep as the grave
With fire for a roof

It slots in nicely
Between two trees
Its water is blood
Its mouth is made of cheese

There’s a man-made day
As false as plastic
As unique as
False teeth
Made to be fantastic

It’s a car park graveyard
For a forgotten king
It’s a satellite photo
Of a mass slaughtering
And everyone alive
Passes through

Well you need a bridge of gold
You need a bridge of love
To get over it
To avoid the demented day
Of mankind’s making

There’s a man-made day
Like a vacuum in a tin
They open up the lid
To see what’s caught within

Lady caterpillar man
With six legs and a beak
She used to work in the betting shop
Because she was a freak

She’s looking for the ladder
To fly up to the cloud
There she changes colour
There she’ll be very loud

About
This
man-made day
In the year

Well someone says
There are many ways
To be trapped
In a man-made day