death of an Englishman
decaying, the last child breathes in hollowed dust,
the death of an Englishman ripe within its tissue-paper mind,
yet to think freely, no new born deserves such malformation,
the Focke-Wulf rumbled overhead, waking a god so authoritarian
a million confessions couldn’t sway his aggression,
from land to cinder, cinder to ash, you’ll never be forgotten,
within arched soil you now rest
under the dead skin of the rose,
each petal a passenger of an uncertain wind,
once, beneath my feet, an Englishmen stood fighting,
through your death, honour and sacrifice
we give you our hearts and our lives,
Major, Lieutenant, Colonel, Cadet,
“lest we forget”
“we will never forget”
there are no hero’s left
anymore
a view from the moon – a view from the earth
a view from the moon
no such concept as intercourse,
no such nonsense as the loss
of one’s virginity,
a lost sleepless sanctuary,
drifting in the sea of tranquillity,
I resonate harmoniously,
eclipsed by an apathy
I’ve carried with me since my inception,
a view from the moon
no ignorance in man’s physiology
no sweeping statements of pseudo philosophy
all wrapped up in an idea of me
that doesn’t explain my frailty,
a view from the moon,
no contention with vanity
no such nonsense as teenage pregnancy,
there’s no protocol or compliance
to diagnose any idea of insanity,
don’t cage your mind through Christianity,
a view from the moon,
void of engineered systemics,
or playing god through the use of eugenics,
there’s no space to replace
the genetically sick with a master race,
a view from the moon,
no calculated genocide
no blond hair and blue eyes,
there’s no Jews left to demonize,
a view from the moon,
no such evil as bull fights,
no loop hole known as human rights,
a view from the earth,
we’re killing ourselves just to survive,
we’re boiling dogs alive,
we’re wasting our time picking sides,
whilst the pendulum’s already swung,
the young live by the knife,
and die by the gun,
our necks are in a noose,
the institutionalized child abuse,
the victims, all so conveniently muted,
persecuted, undisputed, corruption
so deeply rooted,
I just don’t know where I stand,
I’m lost amid a wasteland,
view from the earth,
it’s been this way since birth,
only now have my eyes
opened wide enough to see
we live in an infected reality,
and no one holds the key to the cure
just ignore it
when crisis comes just turn off the light,
shut the door and leave them for the night,
things might get better on their own,
turn the television up if you hear them moan,
if nothing’s changed come the morning,
just ignore the fact they’re withdrawing,
cover the scars if they’re self-harming,
at no point have you stopped to think
exactly what pushed them to the brink,
you were too busy installing fears
and drowning yourself in drink
stick by stick, brick by brick, the person
you built has cracked and fractured,
you just don’t understand the complexity,
happiness can’t be manufactured
or installed in the mind with a microchip,
if I told you just how bad I feel,
you couldn’t begin to comprehend it,
you see me as you see fit,
whilst all the while you live in denial,
unwilling to face the facts,
that you’re just as ill as me,
the difference is that you don’t see
the damage being done, it all happens gradually,
we’re designed this way genetically,
as all insecurities are past from you to me,
I guess it’s always going to be this way,
there’s an inherent glitch in our DNA
