Tuesday 21 August 2018

Communication 124

high-horse positioning

it's all too easy when you're functioning
to fine-tune your high-horse positioning
"you've got to pull yourself together boy,
start acting like a man"
it all appears so simple
when your life’s gone according to plan,
those of us who've shattered inside
and can no longer be identified,
are left to rot inside a cage
and then over time, quietly erased
through electroshock
and prescribed medication,
followed by your stigmatization

let me tell you about the fear,
the anguish that comes at night,
the white rooms, long corridors
the flickering of the light,
you can shout all you want,
demand your consultation,
“you have to remember you’re here
solely for observation, now sit down
and shut the fuck up”, here
take your medication,
an hour or so as the pills kick in,
the ‘specialists’ come circling,
they quietly start their scribbling,
a clipboard per patient,
a wild eyed diagnosis 


"Mr Warren it appears you’ve got an acute psychosis, 
you may not agree with this specific stance,
so we’ll keep you sedated in a pharmaceutical trance, 
your senses will suffer, you may wish you’d never been born,
unfortunately, you gave yourself to us
the moment you signed the consent form"

Saturday 11 August 2018

Communication 123

my country

I held your hand tight through the night,
listened closely to your stories,
I placed my fingers on your pulse
until I couldn’t feel it anymore,
what’s the point?
I couldn’t have saved you if I'd tried,
truth be told,
it’s been years since you died,
gasping for air,
falling by the wayside,
those of us who’ve
given our love and life for you
have bitten the dust,
nothing we have is strong enough
to survive the stampede,
I wish I could say I’d bleed for you,
resurrect the remains
of a land I once called home,
but all my hope has been used,
and my morals have been abused,
religion and diversity
will never make us free

I’m so tired of such violence,
there’s a murmur in my heart
that still feels your defiance,
but when your truth
is censored,
your voice is silenced,
what chance do we have?
I want my country back,
I’d like to hope, one day
you, like me, will find a place
to call home again,
but I fear it might be
far too late,
you’re being raped
by a fascist super-state,
and all I can do
is sit back and watch