Sunday, 8 June 2014

"Policitcally Correct..."

“Politically Correct…”

They said they would cut costs and reduce your taxes.
Cut your worries, cut crime, cut the bills, pass me the scissors, I want to cut off our worries full stop.
Tired of this umbilical cord connecting to Uncle Sam and the other fat cats.
Matter of fact give me the scissors let me cut off the CNN news.
Can’t listen to all this noise, no matter what channel it’s the same spew.
Hypocrisy, democracy, Labour, right wing, left wing it’s all the same game.
Just a different face or a different group.
21st Century Hitlers and Mussolinis.
21st century world war 2, modern day Cold War, modern day holocaust.
Just like Henry the 8th but without the funny robes, they all have the same code
How do you trust the men and women in tailored suits behind the screen?
Brutus pushed Caesar in a hole he couldn’t get out of.
The young Emperor killed his own Uncle, why would they help you?
Planes crashing into buildings, now a plane disappeared into thin air?
Do they really care?
How long have you have you been wiping your tears?
JFK got shot, Martin Luther King got slaughtered, madness has been happening for years.
Whoever sits on the throne, whoever is the head of Congress, it doesn't matter, it’s all a mess.
What do I know? I can’t remember the last time I voted.
I ignored the ballot office the same way the minister ignores his people’s cries.
All these voting campaigns but the outcome is usually the same.
Watching mum awaiting the results like an excited child, hoping her vote counts.
But I bet at the end of the month she won’t be happy with the hole in her pay cheque.
That’s a mother’s love and hope for the nation.
She hopes the best for the next generation.

I hope for their sake there is a big change…and things become politically correct…

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

"100,000 miles..."

100,000 miles…

When he opens his mouth you tell yourself “Oh no here we go again”.
You haven’t even heard what he has to say but you’ve heard it all before.
About how back in the old days they used to do things differently.
You’re lining up your instinctive reply “We don’t live in that generation any more”.
If you look closely at his face, you can see the long miles engraved thinly across his face.
The wrinkles are like the markings of Roman Numerals and Egyptian Hieroglyphics.
In his eyes you can see all his journeys and challenges he has faced.
The crooked bridge of his nose symbolises the hills and valleys he has had to cross.
He has seen more than you can even imagine or fathom.
Haha! The new age of ignorance and technology.
His long grey hairs scare you, he’s a warrior.
He paved the way for you before you were born.
He paved the pavement you skate on and do tricks on.
He’s a walking and talking museum.
He’s seen all the leaders and all the political and social changes.
Each tear drop comes from the River Nile and Pacific Ocean.
He battled pirates, rode high tides and waves.
You laugh at him before he opens his mouth, you say he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
But his sweet words are worth more than your Apple updates and Samsung data.
Be patient let his information sink in, he might be crippled.

But his guidance can be the walking stick to guide you in this cold world.