I’ll be rhyming the fact when I witness that.

Remember How We Forgot

Remember How We Forgot

We don’t cram around the radio any more.

We have arrived at the multi-dimensional war

Where diplomats chew it up and spew it up,

and we stand like orphans with empty cups.

‘There will be no peace,’ the press release

Said. ‘The likelihood of war is on the increase.’

We are being soaked in a potion,

Massaged with a lotion, to calm the commotion

that hides the embers of the fire.

There’s nothing as quick as a liar.

Don’t you learn your lesson?

Are you so effervescent that

When they say day is day and it’s dark in your window,

You say ‘okay’ and listen more tomorrow?

Seems you heard the trigger word.

You are space to be replaced, your dreams defaced.

Heavy questions quickly sink,

Leaving no trace – a spiked drink.

What kind of trip are you on?

Don’t you remember the last one?

Remember how we forgot about Vietnam,

Afghanistan? Will you fall or stand

For a dream you haven’t seen?

I’m afraid you will, you’ve taken the pill.

You’re totally stoned on war.

Media hype and the slogans they write,

Is that all it takes to set you alight?

There’s nothing better than a doped mind

For a young unemployed man to sign.

Figures go down when young men sign up.

What better when they’re losing the votes, than to erupt

Into the uniting sound of war fever.

‘We need unity now more than ever . . .

We shall only attack to righteously defend!’

Paranoia seeps in:

‘Are you one of us or one of them?’

Slogans fall like hard rain as the government calls

For its children to break down the walls

of someone somewhere in some country

that is suddenly so vital to history.

Young men hang in their own fear . . .

But we don’t cover that story, not here.

Not when we are in a battle that must be won.

Don’t you understand there’s a war going on?

More than ever we should pull together.

These are days of stormy weather

Where the patriots show their faces

And nationalists recruit places.

As the fear of the foreigner arises,

The race attack count rises,

Victims of the small island mentality.

England is no Mother country.

He holds the fear of The Awakening,

Of his shivering shores breaking

Like those in the Middle East did

When he raped it.

Will you take it, take this, without question,

fall in line with the press and the politician?

Remember how we forgot about Vietnam,

Afghanistan? Will you fall or stand

For a dream you haven’t seen?

I’m afraid you will, you’ve taken the pill.

You’re totally stoned on war.

Fingerprints

Fingerprints

I can see your fingerprints

Fumbled all over this dead boy’s body.

Can see them in his

Lifeless eyes,

In his fist clutched