Communication 163

do not resuscitate 

Why is it when we’re on the cusp of a revolution

the cowardly bastards run,

how long will it take to push you towards the brink?

we don’t evolve, we shrink

like dying stars in separate universes,

common ground has been crowned

the king of all curses

life’s not so much a forward movement

rather an insemination in reverse,

there’s far too many people eyeing up the prize,

tell me – who would you sacrifice to stay alive?

can’t you see our minds have been hacked?

are you to fucking dumb to think?

you’re just another chain in the link,

impregnated ‘group-think’

will autocorrect all that it infects, 

there is no dignity for all us insects

only boredom, only whoredom,

bureaucrats bidding on our organs

you’re to immobilised to retaliate

I don’t want to tell you it’s to late

they’ve left us for dead,

“do not resuscitate” 

  

 

Communication 162

emotion sickness ‘turn the television off’

if I can just keep my senses silent

I need not deal with the cause,

emotion sickness

such a burden for those

who would do just about anything

not to feel,

have you walked these streets?

can you see what’s real?

it’s ok if you don’t want to tell,

it’s easy to see the countries gone to hell,

seldom seen unity, a parallel state

a disease from within preparing to retaliate,

when? where? how?

bureaucracy, 

the benchmark of the unelected 

a common defence has been neglected

can’t you see we’re all infected,

untruth after untruth,

keeping the spin coming,

we don’t need the proof, 

if we can just inject the youth

with a perfectly crafted delusion

then half the war is already won,

everywhere I look there’s a bleakness

a disenfranchised mass of drones

marching forth towards the furnace,

emotion sickness,

the normalisation of actions, 

orchestrated distractions

that keep us in collective shock

‘turn the television off’