Scraps of anxiety

By Parson Thru

Fri, 13 Apr 2018
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6 comments
 
1
 
There’s something pathetic about the way
the masses fall in step
behind the marching bands
and then begin to wail
when the dying starts. 
 
Don’t worry,
those who bring disaster
always have an alternative story. 
We mustn’t tarnish the legend:
Greed is good.
 
2
 
Electors are being controlled. 
But they don’t enjoy being told,
so we have to pretend they’re not. 
Fine. 
I can do that.
 
3
 
Last night,
I dreamt that millions were about to die
at the hands of a few dangerous madmen;
that wealth had gained the upper-hand
and re-consigned us to our role
as cannon-fodder. 
 
Then I woke up and realised that
they’re not madmen at all.
 
4
 
You can’t win. 
Basic human failings.
 
Forget it.
Play some guitar and forget it.
 
The world is shit.
End of.
 
Forget the world.
Beat out Desolation Row.
 
We have to die sometime anyway.
Might as well let it go.
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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

those madmen, our political leaders, yeh, they make you mad, and they do take us a step nearer annihilation. 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Busy doing it now.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Alan Russell on

Hence your subsequent post.  I can see why you re thinking like this.

Alan

Ringwood

Great Britain

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Yes

Parson Thru

Submitted by Kurt Rellians on

Good poem. Hopefully they are not madmen and they are going to prevent further use of chemical weapons. And hopefully we won't end up in the nightmare of World War 3.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Keep hoping. It would be good to see more than hope, but I'm not holding my breath.

Parson Thru