Throw Hope Asunder

Throw Hope Asunder

Throw hope asunder

Learn to wonder

Let it bury itself

Under your skin

Take a moment

Pause and own it

Look around at

Where you’ve been

Keep it steady

Find your path

Follow footsteps denying

Wrath

We’re on a journey

And the road ahead is

Unclear

Fogged in tired mists

And dogged risks

What lies ahead is lost beyond

The horizon of the future

A focal point

A vocal point

Claiming identity

And ready to embrace it all

We look this way and that

Eyes flit forwards and back

Hands swipe the knot in our palms

While

All the while

The call

To the wild waits a silent

Wolf silhouetted against

Darkening skies

Trauma spills forth from

News desks and desert

Streets

The echoing clatter of

Militaristic marches

Stalks this present future

Just around the corner

The right rises and scarcity sings its

Celebration chorus

Creation weeps fossil tears

And scarcity’s song is ignored

Abundance is preferred

~More palatable ~

A more malleable truth

Post-truth

Post-proof

Post-pre-post youth

Whose futures are defined

By the failures of long lines

Of lies

No post-truth

Just no truth

Nothing by which to stigmatize

Swipe swipe beyond the lies

Timelines have moved on and

Every thought is forsaken and

Reactionary

Lacking a bigger social

Imaginary

Filtered by ego’s proof

No use for hives

And hive minds

Collectivist thinking

Just blind leading

The bind-ed

To the blinded bling

Of the latest Soc Med novelty

Where novelty is king

Find your platform

And sing sing sing

Your words are important

Your voice is unique

Everyone is equal

Everyone is freak

Hevel goes the shout

When drums kick in

And push the

Music forward

Not a march

But a run

Through urban streets

Along glass-walled avenues

Of pay per view privileges

We can barely afford

Barely affording to be ignore

We buy debt with or without

A credit check

Purchase and then pay - but

Not yet not yet

Never yet

Increase the debt

Not the buy now

Or the buying on the never never

Rather buying on the

Never ever clever saw you coming

Opened doors with us all inward running

This Friday was black

Eclipsing

But not eclipsed

And not Good

Bought for a price

The ransom paid

Fitting in the lounge

The TV upgrade

Ready to be crucified

And hung out on the wall

Not drowning silently

But vomiting violently

Monotony of insanity

Low-level profanity

High-level conformity

With a nudge nudge wink wink

Of individuality

Your identity

You and only you

And only them

Only us

And you

And them

We

Let out a collective sigh

Inspiration is running....

Out

Our minds cloyed, clogged

With webbed dementia confusion

The simplest action has acquired

New, deeper levels of accountability

And through it all

Nothing happens

Nothing matters

Truth lies shattered

Dreams dashed

Desires scattered

Relationships flattened

In a connectivity fetish frenzy

Where shallow and plenty

Beats deep and lengthy

Discussion

On a theme

About a dream

That belongs to more than one

A dream of a song

Still to be sung

A dream deserving

More than one dreamer

A song deserving more than one singer

This things is big and getting bigger

Watch for cracks

In the unoccupied facade

Of an occupied charade

A rambling corrective

To the mumbles unelected

And soon to be steamrollered

And rejected

The system is infected

With the listless

And dejected

Whole communities abandoned

And left to fight off the rising right

Left to look for a shining knight

Left to cope

Left looking for scapegoats

And there are plenty to choose from

Plenty who’ve been used as them

Lay down all nuance

Instead let’s find a binary

A “them” to match

Our “us”

Let the streets run with red

Turn up the pressure

Reduce the services

Keep politics

As far from people

As possible

Keep it away

From parochial boundaries and boarders

Keep Westminster talking

About a multi-billion pound refurb

Refit

And re-order

Leave communities alone

Undisturbed and sunk in it

We will find an answer

We find our answers

Because our neighbours are amazing

But drops and crumbs

from the lofted platter

Would be gratefully received

Whole generations detached

And feeling deceived

Is this how far we’ve travelled

Just to watch it unravel

No words

No points

This is not about

Scrambling

About

Clambering

After opportunities

Or at least

It shouldn’t be

Who said the Land of the Free?

Who said it could be

Anything more

Anything less

Reaching for something

And hoping for the best

It doesn’t get better

Than it gets in the west

No rest

All professed

No stress

Time to accept less?

Accept less or expect more?

Stand and campaign for better

Write a letter

Then take a stand

Form a plan

Take it to the barricade and

Beyond

But what does any

Of this even mean?

There’s nothing to see and

Even less to feel

It’s all for nothing

And nothing is real