Hope and Despair
Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 4:56 am
Hope
The whisper it cometh
Above the hills
All ye men
All ye women
Look up in the twilight
Your souls shall be quenched
A new day it dawns
A new truth it speaks
The past is gone by
Take that which refines
It is but this simple
Follow your destiny
To the ends of the earth
Until it knows no bounds
Caress it and work it
Let it ooze henceforth
Let it envelop your senses
Allow it to breathe
Just to giggle and spit
And then let it stand
You can do it I know
You have the strength of an ox
The guile of a serpent
The nous of a fish
The deep river’s calling
“Yes” to the day
The blue sky is singing
“It’s okay, it’s okay”
You are in it, my child
You are in it
Despair
BBC 10.30 pm
Ivory Coast
Africans pick
through rubbish.
2.30 pm
the local tip
I empty the trailer.
There’s no
amazement
anymore.
It’s not
luck’s fault
I live with
the rich.
It’s the greed of
my father
and those heroes
Adidas Budweiser
and Chevrolet.
It’s the greed of
European royalty
opportunistic
bigoted
unrepentant.
It’s the greed of
political man
paper thin credo
layered on smile
lying to me.
It’s the greed of
Leno and Letterman
unripened gag
status quo clincher
apathetic talk.
It’s the greed of
Evolution
the violence
on orthodoxy -
the wild rivers
crossed.
It’s the greed of
Bukowski
as vociferous
as it gets.
It’s the greed of
motor racing
garish red
Marlboro sign.
It’s the greed of
buckled media
the frenzied
assault and
conformity.
It’s the greed of
armed forces
nuclear bomb
gutless excuse
extinction.
It’s the greed of
Bangkok pimp
Western predator
steamy club
desperate child.
It’s the greed of
casino outlet
pokie machine
addicted mother
smug owner.
It’s the greed of
throwaway culture
plastic pop pin up
disposable income
tainted ideal.
It’s the greed of
my mate
too tight to
pay for pizza.
It's the greed in
me that I care.
The whisper it cometh
Above the hills
All ye men
All ye women
Look up in the twilight
Your souls shall be quenched
A new day it dawns
A new truth it speaks
The past is gone by
Take that which refines
It is but this simple
Follow your destiny
To the ends of the earth
Until it knows no bounds
Caress it and work it
Let it ooze henceforth
Let it envelop your senses
Allow it to breathe
Just to giggle and spit
And then let it stand
You can do it I know
You have the strength of an ox
The guile of a serpent
The nous of a fish
The deep river’s calling
“Yes” to the day
The blue sky is singing
“It’s okay, it’s okay”
You are in it, my child
You are in it
Despair
BBC 10.30 pm
Ivory Coast
Africans pick
through rubbish.
2.30 pm
the local tip
I empty the trailer.
There’s no
amazement
anymore.
It’s not
luck’s fault
I live with
the rich.
It’s the greed of
my father
and those heroes
Adidas Budweiser
and Chevrolet.
It’s the greed of
European royalty
opportunistic
bigoted
unrepentant.
It’s the greed of
political man
paper thin credo
layered on smile
lying to me.
It’s the greed of
Leno and Letterman
unripened gag
status quo clincher
apathetic talk.
It’s the greed of
Evolution
the violence
on orthodoxy -
the wild rivers
crossed.
It’s the greed of
Bukowski
as vociferous
as it gets.
It’s the greed of
motor racing
garish red
Marlboro sign.
It’s the greed of
buckled media
the frenzied
assault and
conformity.
It’s the greed of
armed forces
nuclear bomb
gutless excuse
extinction.
It’s the greed of
Bangkok pimp
Western predator
steamy club
desperate child.
It’s the greed of
casino outlet
pokie machine
addicted mother
smug owner.
It’s the greed of
throwaway culture
plastic pop pin up
disposable income
tainted ideal.
It’s the greed of
my mate
too tight to
pay for pizza.
It's the greed in
me that I care.