It’s become the norm It’s a brain worm Called cancel culture
Take your judgement seat In the courtroom of the tweet It’s a new kind of vulture Called cancel culture
From neighbour in the street To critic of the police If you say what you feel And your friend disagrees You will get cancelled out No one cares what its about It spreads like a fire It transmits from it holy spire It cancel culture
A prejudice Is easy to spread When you use The internet Judge not me But judge yourself Care about What comes out your mouth That it isn’t Cancel culture
After the feast was over When the boulders had crashed onto the table And the birds came out to eat the crumbs And the snake coiled itself up to sleep And the rebuilding work was underway And the naked bodies hung in the sky like rain And the blood of the meat was splashed like graffiti on the wall And the wine could not find another vein And all the hero’s had left their seats and gone their separate ways And the dust settled right up to the roof And we wandered about the sand with only the myth And we looked for the gate that was gone And we searched for the table that was sawdust And hope took us into the wilderness like starving sheep And the signs pointed to a storm out at sea And darkness finally covered over our bones And the epitaphs on our tombs read – born too late
once again I was thinking about the decade of the 1960’z when we were overloaded with a cultural feast, up to today, when it’s obvious that it’s gone for good now.
the system of youth Is frost between layers of time It is called upon To carry the world upon its’ back It is expected to answer To the man in black leather in the Norman tower with blood and tears with sacrifice
The system of youth Is a green velvet wheel Turned by a river of Iranian oil Turned by a river of liquid sugar Always it is traded for goods Goods for blood
The system of youth Now I see it Like a Ferris wheel turning In the ice of tomorrows tragedy Leaving its parents Broken and confused
in Media Control by Noam Chomsky, in his intro to is little book, he counter poses two views of democracy, 1: that democracy has the public participate in its own affairs with free information, and 2: that they are barred from doing so with controlled information. He argues that it is the latter that prevails in our society. What do you think?
Counter poses means set in opposition to.
Media Control the spectacular achievements of propaganda. 2nd edition pub by seven stories press.
A government of false hope Slugs it through the weeds It takes the virginity of boys at exams It offers them women on a billboard
Nicely framed corpses of human rights Pockets filled with eyes blinded by atomic lights Witches flames around a Christmas tree A shovel full of poor people’s bones in the cellar
False hopes like flea mange on a dogs coat I wander down the street as old as a drawer full of pop art I come to the end of the pavement, where did it go? Pulled from under my feet by someone buying a Van Gogh
I reach out to touch the phantoms of society That are dressed in silk and Spanish leather Made from glass and images lifted from the air As the black wind of nights gust by into death
False hope in the mineral water Drink this and you’ll become a star False hopes in the ballot paper Vote for this and you’ll become utopian
How sick of it can a 70 year old get Battling the storm clouds of false hopes
Funny thing about this poem is that, I write in pen and ink t then type it up, that as I was typing it up I had an Audie Murphy western film on TV called Walk the Proud Land about an Indian agent for the Apaches. Anyway it struck me that the film dialogue for the apaches was similar to the way I wrote the poem, maybe.
anyway I decided to call the poem Reservation poem because it feels like I am living on a reservation, maybe.