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Somewhere under the rainbow |
Tepid Rainbows [Lockdown, Part III] Rainbows stuck in windows, scaled grey to run with lies Lax logic lost, as winds blows, that reality defies Denies, Decries... Degraded, such casualties lay prone It seems when wartime's faded, in peace, truth dies alone with media intrusion framed, concealed in plain sight Collusion, rushing round, ingrained, with hands that feed. Don't bite! Best to look the other way, redact points deemed too sharp Let the mainstream hold its sway, you've got a dog, why bark? with hollow clapping 'neath the eaves, 'midst clanging of spent pans Three cheers for the stovers, greaves, held key midst harvest plans An oven ready ratings coup, an audience well done; with follow throughs half baked, we rue, the way this race was run First past posts, for horses works, a farce, this meet has gone A pantomime, as donkey's shirk, half-arsed, it ambles on Herded to the abbotoir, 'midst klaxon's urgent calls Divided, standing where we are, united we shall fall with cattle driven back to work, to fund a hungry beast In capitals, our demons lurk, 'midst gears gorged and greased The takings from a gravy train, grabbed, privatised to run A network old, a boys refrain, depraved, is how its done In havens taxed, gastronomy, the heathens fill their cup Working with economies, where wealth, it trickles up With rhetoric ran hot and cold, mercurial we're led; from then up to the pot of gold ... how many wind up dead? 'neath drab drawn painted arches, grey, in homes of care, bereft; pointless circles... marches stray, protecting right from left 'midst unelected beurocrats, and leaders in their care Morbidly obese, plump cats taking up their share Counting on a comrade's votes, mounting up the lies Redacted swathes 'midst false emotes, their wretched bind, it ties A million ways to stack a poll, with leaders being led Whiff Whaff, Churchill, wack-a-mole, just bang the desk instead of moral fibre.. drifted wood, a rift in privelidge Instead of serving who they should, go hide inside a fridge with ignorance in surplus, spent, positions poorly manned Inept?... unfit for purpose?... Bent? ... precisely as was planned? Preying that the pain, it goes, forgotten in the folds; at the end of greying rainbows, unreached havens, untaxed gold Pots of gold we've never seen, rights sold, shrouded in smog Lost amidst a strained smokescreen, flogged within the fog Left behind as time, it flows, before they cut and fly Leaving stories, slow, exposed, "Too Late", always the cry called out 'neath tepid rainbows formed, transparent where they stand; dark arches left in windows, drawn gold pots in havened land Protected by staid doctrines, archaic and under threat Draconian, such powers lean, with votes divided, set set and squared in windows, stained, stuck in a grim refrain Only stilted, stifled rainbows, strained ... can follow stagnant rain |