Aftermath - Lyndon Queripel

After the last fish has died
Fried in your river of regret
And the truth that you denied
Has slipped right through your net

After the last tree is felled
And the earth is scorched and burnt
The air you breathe is poisoned
From the lessons you never learnt

After the last word you heard
Still echoes inside your head
And the colour of your money
Can't even buy you any bread

After the last well runs dry
You thirst and hunger in the cold
Unable to feed your greed
With crumbs of silver and gold

After the last rays of the Sun
Have set your shadow free
From the guilt that was built
As blood spilt into the sea

After the last page is turned
And the book of life is read
Will you wait with your fate
Surrounded by the living dead.

Lyndon Queripel

The Fat Cat Sits On The Mat - Chris Hudson

I’m a Fat Cat
Reaping the profits of insider dealing
I’m a Fat Cat
I’m into “in-the-know” trading
I’m a Fat Cat
I don’t care who I swindle
I’m a Fat Cat
I’ve got all the status symbols.

Chris Hudson

Post Modern and De-Constructed Post Structuralism - Andrew Barham

The killing, crushing, loneliness,
Lost and all alone in the madding crowd –
Everyone wants to belong
So why can't I?

It's time to move on, time to go;
This is not the place to build a dream –
These times we live in …

We live in a Mercantile Age in which
The people who really govern us
Know to the nearest farthing
The price of everything
And the value of nothing,
But we don't even know that
As we stock up on the latest commodities –
Do we even care when the price we see is everything
No matter how high its hidden costs?
The merchants have bought us off with trinkets
Beddazzling us with a glittering array of shiny toys;

In the vast shopping malls
Cluttering up town and country alike
It's Chritsmas Day every day
When it isn't Boxing Day –
Black Friday …

Black Friday, the invention of the biggest box store in America
Is spreading round the world, becoming a pandemic.

In America, Black Friday coincides
With the day Americans give thanks
For the deliverance of their founding pilgrims
By the country's original inhabitants
Who were then ruthlessly exterminated
For the audacious and unforgiveable crime
Of being in the way
Of Progress …

“Gather round all you clowns
And let me hear you say,
'Hey! You've got to hide your love away!”

While they drag us towards our own extinction
In a world governed by Greed and Envy
Where Selfishness is protected by the Rule of Law
And the grasping claws of misers
Are thieving and gathering up every scrap they can glean
From the poor and the dispossessed
While they rob our children of their future
As we bow down our heads and give thanks
To the Seven Deadly Sins presiding over us
That they've spared us one more day
From the looming oblivion devouring our souls,
Is it too much to wish to be delivered
From the trespasses of those
Who trespass against us for the sake of personal gain?

When is enough enough?
When does it become too much?
How much wealth can any man have?
This seems to be the final question
As we pray for one more day
To see us through the endless night of eternal oblivion
Waiting in the shadows just beyond the next moment –
The aching, crushing loneliness
At the root of Existence …

Andrew Barham

The Man from Mars - John E. Blaise

From outside of society
the man from Mars stares agape
At our play now pay later life style.
Run by money driven capitalistic,
bourgeois, fascist hypocrites
who donate small amounts of money
from large corporate funds
to appease the silent majority.

Fat cats skimming off the cream
Sitting on millions.
With ego's the size of hot air balloons.
World run on currency
Environmental decisions made to fill wallets
By self-opinionated bigots
Everything contaminated and polluted
Apart from areas surrounding their domains
Their warm insulated castles.

Eyes closed, noses raised firmly upwards
Oblivious of any real poverty
Caused by corrupt third world governments
Backed by Western money
Laundered through offshore Islands
By shady illegal gangster firms
Dealing in tainted drug money
Helping to sustain monopolies and empires
All set up for future generations to inherit.

John E. Blaise