FAKE DEMOCRACY

At election times’ pretended freedom,
The unkempt acceptance of perception
Bends knees at scripted manipulations,
Moulding acquiescent democracies,
From funded think-tanks bias spins on bribes,
Political parties helps to power,
So back-scratch tax-breaks & havens make slaves
Of those whose personal data, en masse
Bought up, studied, to trigger loyalties
With well-timed headlines, blanket coverage
Of insidious, brain-washing bullshit,
While any cause of noble importance
Ignored, brushed over, daub’d in bullish spit,
For in the eyes of certain secret clubs
We are all cattle, dumb, for the market,
Sold & slaughter’d for ravenous gullets
& when we all go skipping to the booths
To place a cross by someone else’s name,
Signing away our rights to question curs
With the cross’d mark of the illiterate;
& never universal anyway!
Some disenfranchis’d, some dissillusion’d
& some just plain denied the so-call’d vote,
By slavemasters sat at varnish’d tables!

THE GOVERNANCE OF GUILDS

We live among archaic institutes;
Two party politics, coalitions,
Dividing, almost gleefully it seems,
Voters with dehumaniz’d rhetoric
Vast majorities of unheard voices
Who wrong-side ballot, flail in sterile soil,
Let us reject partisan loyalties!
Let us accept a superior body;
The leading wisdom of twenty-five guilds
Fair balanc’d by one hundred senators
Standing for equal regions in the land,
Electioneering every second year
Disavows all devious entrenchments
When credentials of individuals
Are open’d up to public perusal
Presented with elections of the Guilds
Vote for none, one, ten, or all twenty-five,,
Then let the local mayors have their day,
Divided into regional sub-groups,
From whom we’ll choose a hundred senators
To fill one hundred & twenty five seats
A senatary meritocracy
A government untainted by ego
To guide the ship of statecraft safely on.

THE RIGHT TO REBEL

At forced procrastination of progress
Springs ancient, revolutionary right,
The Magna Carta halted King John’s tithes,
Slave-soldier Marmalukes oerslew their Sultans,
Less rebels, more agent of destiny!
Come stand with the Cretans at Arkadi,
Paying their punishing Pasha taxes,
Until, among Psiloritis foothills,
In the midst of vineyards & olive groves,
A monastery rang for Enosis!
Accept the necessary scope & scale
Of action, from the D-Day of our dreams
Thro’ Paris to the Reich Chancellery
& blow it up with dynamite, the skill
Is there, the will is there, but shocking greed
Is blocking vital efforts – but take heed!
Go break into the vaults of Tax Havens,
Hurling huge hoards into our hungry streets,
Open all business to transparency,
Lowering prices to their fairest depth,
Imprisoning any crass accountant
Who fudges books or dares facilitate
Illicit stills of moneyman moonshine.

PATHS TO PROSPERITY

At the behest of cabalistic crimes
Unsuitable pseudo-democracy
Imprisons protest in a dim Bastille;
Wings fall apart, the centre cannot hold,
The logical conclusion of it all –
Localities bursting into sunblaze!
For in Our story tyrants always fall,
Their creeping grass-sprawl grows until the scythe
Of some rustic farmer cleanses meadow,
Let us emulate that sharp, sweeping blade
Removing weeds at roots discredited;
It is time to catch crime in the open,
Naming the criminals, shaming their lies,
Time to block the arteries of the rich,
Annihilating ancient penury,
Turning all debts to rubble, then to dust;
Confronting grunting swine eliminates
Untold amounts of Human misery,
& with such hogwash silenc’d shall arise
Intellectual bastions of hope,
Thro’ these the perfect Human anima
Flourishes like flowers in dark woods,
As we, The People, leave a better world
For all who follow on from these brave times.