They have the power

They have the power
To destroy who they please.
All they do is meddle
In forms of democracy.

They don’t have the courage
To go and see up close
The body in the garbage
Wrapped in ragged clothes

The people with no food to eat
The children on the streets
The old who lose their homes
The running refugees

They do not seem to notice
How a change of law
Can lead to people dying
Behind institutional doors

They do not seem to feel it
The hunger pains they cause
As they tamper with man’s freedom
As they manipulate the law

They do it in the darkness
They do it overnight
You wake up in the morning
To realise too late your plight

Towns that you’ve lived in
All of your lives
The letter asks for rent
Is all you recognise

They tinker with the statutes
They tinker with the rules
They make themselves look good
They think the poor are fools

While some act so superior
That live such privileged lives
They think it doesn’t matter
When the poorest die

5/ Cheese and Chocolate Cake

A cheese and chocolate cake on a plate
A date with a rainy day fate
I wait under the clock moon face

A cheese and chocolate cake lake
I awake, the silver moon in my mouth like the undertaker’s horse bit
The flood of my wits on the bedroom floor
I lurch out the door I want some more
To study the law of love wearing
Those rubber gloves I see every day on the street
From the jellyfish hospitals and nurses
How their poetry verses eradicate curses

One day further away from the station where the nation
Waits for the light hovering under the yellow whiskey glow on the sky, I try to
Plan my way but my hand is pulled away by the plutonium rods of a weird wind that makes me see visions of people mentally dying.

And in the station where the nation waits for explanation to the state of the cheese and chocolate cake
Left on the track how they quickly transform
As the moon turns to helium
Then into a pack of dogs at my back in plastic Macs chasing my shadow.

Shouting “hey, that’s the four-eyed git who couldn’t hit a football if he tried”

I’m nowhere, so I wait inside a cheese and chocolate cake looking at heaven in a mirror above my head where all love seems to masturbate out of hate.

More people fill the empty station, transform into a pack of dogs
Start barking as they run down the railway line of time
When cruelty was free and happened all the time
When the face of truth didn’t shine through
And the face of beauty was blind too

That’s this generation who are refilling the railway station now and transform into cows waiting for the cattle train from some buzzing computer brain to come and teach them how to escape from crimes they imitate after witnessing the murders in the house of love and shaking the hand in the rubber glove of their bedroom, masochistic dreams of schemes to build an Englishman’s castle

6/ Who Rocks England Now?

6/ Who Rocks England Now?

Who rocks England now, you cow, you dog, you wolf, you whore
Knocking on the door of the law of love – who rocks England now?

Who rocks England now, you smug jug on a silk rug by the fire of dire corrosive heat where the feet of angels stamp their feet in disgust at the blood and lust married in a church of rust.

Who rocks England now? You pigs, you wigs and Tories, Mr Biggs all trampling on blood and stained four-leaf clover standing on the chalk-white cliffs of Dover singing “Who are you kidding Mr Hitler if you think old England’s done” for fun while ladies in white dresses run from the maniacs we’ve become.

Yea, who rocks England now you bum who lives by the sun and backs war and buys his pleasure from a foreign backdoor. Yea, who rocks England now you scum you son of gun, you bum.

I ache for all time, I pain, I see the love going down your drain in stitches and sutures embroidery stitches. Yea look what you’ve become.
Just look you, mad hatter, just look.
Just look what you’ve become.

Yea who rocks England now you turd you bird of prey who prays all day for a perfect system to pave the way so you can keep your mansions, palaces, worldly wisdom’s tampons filled with blood and I ask what for so what. Yea who rocks England now?

It’s not your mother it’s not your sister it’s not your lover. It’s some strange world of another weather of steel and leather.
Who, who, who, who?
Who stupid dark destructive fool
Who rocks England now?

During the war, you were such a bore thinking more of the cricket score
Times were dull; death was cheap who lives who’s taken a foreign street
And out we came from that tunnel of hate madder than bulls loose a slaughterhouse
When the lights turned red and the BBC read through the football pools we
Drifted like sheep in the clouds of sleep
And awake to this technology and piss
Which is what goes down the drain at night
All the spittle all the spite the sex and drugs the lonesome cry
Of the suicide who doesn’t want to die
As the church is filled with the words of love
Of homosexuals, paedophiles and demons from above
And what do you care you got what you want
You middle-class bastard you working-class runt
You upper class snivelling fame-seeking whore
Who rocks England now?

What did they pay their taxes for

What did they pay their taxes for?
They wanted peace
You gave them war, they needed healthcare, education
Instead you raped near all the nation

What did they pay their taxes for?
You gave them war
They wanted peace
You threw their fathers into gaols
You threw their mothers
Onto the street

What did they pay their taxes for?
Just so that you’d have more and more
To get more money, to get more fame
You washed your nation down the drain