Even this poem
I too long
For the
TikTok
Generation
No Body Required – 3rd August 2022
An entertainment to end all others
Viewers left zombied gibbering wrecks
Weaponised for controlling populations
Shoulders hunched until snapping necks
Bodies broken boxed in the matrix
Life supported until accounts drained
A no one dies a nobody death
Disposed and destroyed, existence unexplained
Red Lines Drawn – 2nd August 2022
Crazy colonialists came
Before they left again
Revoked rights remain
Creating wars the same
Arbitrary lines drawn
To ancient enemies sworn
Peoples, ripped and torn
Nations divide in scorn
The Chases – 1st August 2022
Even amongst all the confusion
Peace can be found in all places
Don’t fall for the constant illusion
That life is only about the chases
Own Goal – 31st July 2022
In a carefully worded statement
Facts were twisted and obscured
The lines crossed were blurred
And both sides eventually demurred
On step forward, two steps back
Holding hands, stepping into a hole
A status quo must be maintained
Until someone scores an own goal
The Clown Interrogator – 30th July 2022
A master manipulator
And a dreadful instigator
Loving the illusion
Causing most confusion
Winning a war of the word
Spinning til the vision is blurred
A clown interrogator
A comforting instigator
The script premeditated
Defences incinerated
Winning is all that matters
For those madder than hatters
A Sound Sleep – 29th July 2022
A world of wonderland made of many pleasures
A paradise at fingertips, packed with all the treasures
The poverty of the mind, empty of all previous worries
All are sleeping soundly as death towards us hurries
Problem N – 28th July 2022
Too much, and thinking is affected
The past is a time still being perfected
Forever with us as a problem somehow
Living in the past instead of the now
Rorts and Payers – 27th July 2022
Your mindless, meaningless sympathy
Does nothing for those in need
A charitable chunk of donations
Was never seen to stop the bleed
Thoughts and prayers, those empty words
Won’t disturb your life serene
Never stopped to consider your action
Won’t make your dirty hands clean
For every heartstring, there’s a scam
So that we may never be as one
The status quo has removed benevolence
And so nothing ever gets done
Turn It Around – 26th July 2022
Struggling flowers reaching up high
Searching for light in the grey sky
Meekly accepting and no question why
Quiet as a mouse skittering away
Always saying something yet nothing to say
Hard to get and refusing to play
A uniform mask and a poker face
Friendless in this friendly place
Self-excluded from any competitive race
One day to shine, to rise up high
Their blinding light will pierce the sky
Leaving everyone else to wonder why
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