Open the newspapers in the morning,
there’s nothing but words of mourning.
Notes on increased shareholder wealth,
but no mention of our degenerating health.
Words about death; from crimes of hate;
and constant cribbing on rising inflation rate.
Condition of the economy during a recession,
or the lack of enemies arriving at concession.
Bidding for progress in the technology race;
to sell more in this advertising space.
Celebrities, we seem to constantly glorify,
Suggesting appearances and money are our society’s foci.
Silicone stuffed bodies; now beauty define
with such delusions, our actions do align.
Genocide in the name of a god,
such irony; I cannot but applaud.
Retort with a war, just for oil;
conspiracy theorists your facades will foil.
Realise; that we are all but one
and all of us pay for a wrong action.
We have one home; for all to share -
Sadly you cannot leave it, so do begin to care.
July 21, 2010 at 10:48 am
The lady…the clown…,the lion tamer… aerialist…the fortuneteller, and just everyday people speak eloquently of life on the outside but inside the heart of a weird art… Who among us has not felt the beast’s breath on our necks or seen our bodies covered with stories. These stories tell us what we felt and how we still feel in the dark before we sleep…!