lost world

 

These harvest fields where walking dead

In suburbs spread like separate sheaves,

Where closed minds, stare stares from empty

Rooms, baron, desperate soulless eyes.

On streets dark and devoid of thoughts of peace,

Promising dreams of abundance

In western spheres,

Where democracy paves its merry way.

 

 

I leave the safe retreat of the mental institute

Where sanity is void but love is a welcomed face,

And compassion is shared as

Another patient is relieved and takes

Rest spite from years on benefits

And as rats presenting as the human race.

 

My journey takes me past the cemetery

Where all living souls will take their

Final rest, rotting and sharing

No vision or thought of life amongst the living

Or the millennial future to come.

 

This city has changed beyond recognition,

As buildings try on luminous signs;

And shiny decorated plated glass windows garnish 

Their heaving architectural walls.

 

Beyond the horizon, the inspired skyline,

Smiles then frowns,

Schizophrenia is even found down town

The sky remains constant,

Angry at the display of the wild;

Merchants and gangster

To similar to tell,

Blend into the fabric

Of man’s created cerebral fall.

 

What dreams we dream

Of a land of equality,

A land of multicultural ideals

Where differences should be celebrated;

Instead they cause our feudal beuracratic wars

Divided we fall divided we fall.

Divided we fall is the shout from the high places.

 

If only we could stand and stand united

And sing one unifying song

And speak with one common voice.

We would be a people united

Not separated like cattle in pens

Waiting to be slaughtered

To feed the borgusse who pollute our earth.

 

 

Our dreams lie discarded like babbles tower 

destroying our dreams and ideals

As each culture erects political agendas

Then hide them from their babies’ eyes.

Lies lie shrouded in mystery,

In monuments at every street corner

Where drunks stagger and drown in gutters,

As we wipe the sleep from our eyes.

 

Grasping and gasping at their superficial gains that will not last.

Lost dignity litters streets haemorrhaging as we bleed to death.

Confused by abuses perpetrated by unfair policies,

Self-harming hypocrisies, as thousands lay

Extinguished like discarded cigarettes butts

Lain strewn on night walk beats;

In vogue legal suicide

People without hope or a vision or purpose

No mission,

Crying, “Gis a job!”

Even if it means cleaning the city streets.

 

If only we could communicate

Like innocent children at play,

Where colour leads us to fascinate

And promotes our unique identities,

Creating harmony and a loving embrace.

 

But we choose this world and our love grows cold

Love dies buried beneath whitened sepulchres

Laid garnished, dead bones disintegrating

Like our diseased minds.

Speeches muttered groaning

From the world below,

Agony tortures our sensibilities

As we putrefy like flesh in heat.

Pride curses all what we hide

And curses the ground where we lay our feet.

 

Bitter fields where men dream

Of dreams of streets

Dripping with honey and paved with gold,

They say to you, “Eat and drink in the good life,”

Eat and drink as much as you like

Everything’s going cheap.

But the truth is you’re only worth as much

As the money falling through the holes

In your pockets, to the beggars

In London’s dire straits.

Where the young die exhausted,

Before the old have time to get old

And our nightmares become our realities

Before the sun has time to set.