i wish i could write about nature
but the bastards wont leave me alone



Blue Prints

Come on out...
Come on come on... do not
Mewl mewl.

Pucker something!
Be honest and show
Your sorry faces.

As you wait on your
Tipped toes hoping
You were not wrong our jobs
And our homes and
Our money are being taken.

You dare not show your faces
Do you?
You forget we are here.

Best remember you elites...
We remember guillotines
And we still have the blueprints.






Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-02-10 at 23:29

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Sid Gardner
Good to see some of us still have the guts to say it how it is. The problem with the guillotine is that some of the individuals who should feel the keen-ness of the blade have brass necks. Individual despots are but bit players on a global stage whose artistic director cares more about extracting a toll from the weak and the poor. Unfortunately there exists a global network of a very small number of people who have aquired 90% of the worlds wealth. Not only are they anonymous but are protected by a labyrinth of corporate defences miles deep. Nothing will change unless you hold the 'queen bee' ..to account.....but then someone or thing will take its place...
Nice work Jenks.
2012-02-12


Blilith
Get the blueprints out, let us go and get them.
Written with passion and concern.
Loved it
*Applaud*
2012-02-12


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Indeed, we do, which may be why they are not showing their faces, in person, anyway. It seems that they're always on TV.
2012-02-11


countryfog
Some poets, Wendell Berry and John Haines for example, have lamented that poets today rarely write political or social commentary. No doubt it is easier and less contentious to write of the nature of Nature than the nature of our existence. Keep being one who doesn't take it easy.
2012-02-11