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09: Terra Mater

The next time you pass blossoming peach trees,
Pause, & wonder on the significance
Of beauty, let her be thy deity,
We need to build more altars to her now,
Terra Mater of the di selecti,
Her hair the elementum that is Earth,
Her ringlets cornucopias of fruit,
Canteloupe gorgeousness, this gemmy sphere
Invites the eyes to stray yonder Corners
Of all we know, or rather told to know,
Like… electric cars are too expensive
& other such guff – let us count the ways
To save ourselves; first step, animation,
Next, appreciation of Mother Earth,
To cultivate her leads a pious life,
Sole survivors of the lines of Saturn,
We walk through the forests to her praises
She kisses us calmy when recycling!
Commencing our days with cereal rites
Saves recombining livestock, enslaving hens,
Beyond the enervation let us stand,
As if fire alarms all across the World
Went off in cacophonies together!
Circular economy we can force,
Rewilding ravaged nature we can forge,
Without her we are sterile, infertile,
Existless in a listless dirge of dust.

Song 3: The Seeker of the Rose

THE SEEKER OF THE ROSE

I was born in these islands was born in this land
I switch off my silence as up I do stand
Because Tory & Labour & SNP too
Have fuc£ed up my future, they’re fuc£in yours today
As elitism runs thro the veins of the vile
When the public complains all these thugs do is smile
Say, ‘there’s no time for shirking when working all week’
But that is just serfdom, not worth it,
I’m seeking the roses
I’m seeking the roses
I’m seeking the roses
I’m seeking the rose

We should recognize signs of a plague to the west
Where the statue of liberty’s baring her breast
& she’s dragging her hair thro’ the streets with a wail
Sighing ‘evil has come here, no please don’t set sail.’
But the hour is upon us, the hour’s not too late
Those pirates who hijack the ships of the state
We should shatter with logic while turning the cheek
The future’s got beauty let’s prove it
Go seeking the roses
I’m seeking the roses
I’m seeking the roses
I’m seeking the rose

So rise up ye people, uprise one & all
Lets build up our guilds as the tyrants downfall
& we’ll limit land ownership, wealth of the sheik
No longer in danger as strangers
We’re seeking the roses
I’m seeking the roses
I’m seeking the roses
I’m seeking the rose

10: Fake Democracy

The unkempt acceptance of perception
Commences scripted manipulations,
Moulding democracies to perversion,
Rigging up corporate-frigging systems
From funded think-tanks bias spins on bribes,
Political parties help’d to power,
So back-scratch tax-breaks & havens make slaves
Of those whose personal data, en masse
Bought up, studied, to trigger loyalties
With well-timed headlines, blanket coverage
Of insidious, brain-washing bullshit,
While any sense of proper importance
Ignored, brushed over, given bullish spin,
Especially those Roman triumph thrills
Of election times’ pretended freedom,
For in the eyes of certain secret clubs
We all are cattle, dumb, for the market,
Sold & slaughter’d for ravenous gullets
& when we all go tripping to the booths
To place a cross by someone else’s name,
Signing away our rights to question curs
With the cross’d mark of the illiterate;
& never universal anyway!
Some disenfranchis’d, some dissillusion’d
& some just plain denied the so-call’d vote,
While slavemasters sat at varnish’d tables,
By bolster’d wrong-doings feel constant Gods.

11: Tax Havens

From winter’s waste grows wheatfield in July,
From destitution restitutions rise,
The World grows slowly wholly well aware
Of how its wealth is siphon’d out of sight
Of state-level laws, hidden from hatred;
Manhattan, Luxemburg & Delaware,
Small fries beside financial Albion,
Its perdifious bullseye paved with gold,
Where secret jurisdictions fix transferance,
The booty of mass thievery, loot sent
To tiny territories overseas,
Such maldistribution of resources
Makes honest stomachs sick, aye just as sick
As those forced to quaff wormwater’s filth-dirt,
Fourteen hundred children slain every day,
We cannot give them charity, so-call’d
Aid is merely the black mask of evil,
What truly must be done is cool justice,
When, as the world is turning debts to dust,
People break into vaults of Tax Havens,
Rescuing riches from fixers’ clutches,
Hurling huge hoards into our hungry streets,
Opening business to transparency
Lowering prices to their fairest depth,
Imprisoning any crass accountant
Who fudges books or dares facilitate
Illicit stills of money’s new moonshine.

12: Jekyll Island

Forsooth, no viler monument is there
To human greed, some monster in marble,
Sculpted by vultures’ flock of flash bankers,
The greatest scam in human history,
Some instrument totalitarian
Crowning itself with print-money license,
Dreadful effects staining all living things,
Like when you leave a colour in the whites
& all the sheets are ruined in the wash,
Imagine some black kraken from the deep,
Flailing seven billion tentacles,
Led by six secret, omniscient heads,
Who cabal’d up a century ago;
Absolutely essential secrecy
Swept Jekyll Island’s elegant resort,
Some Berchtesgaden of the new bourgeoise,
To monopolise money in their maws,
To eliminate all competition,
To boost government budgets with vast bribes,
Thus crenellating the cartel from change –
And so was born the Federal Reserve,
Where money springs to life, sent out as loans,
Perpetual interest enriching
Scumsouls who’d sign’d those flim-flam cheques at first,
& for the rest, inflation’s hidden tax
Corrodes all powers of purchase, call’d for
By caustic ogres call’d the Central Banks!

13: The Common Voice

From hammer blows spring shining sparks of truth,
When views collide a Common Voice shall form;
One God, One Tribe, One Element, One Law,
Kaleidoscopical in our glory,
Honouring every accented nuance,
Like notes comblending in a major scale,
Communities of skins put in the game,
Some human body beautiful, with wings,
Composed, outwardly, of differing limbs,
Inwardly – many organs mechanized
Together, one elevated being
Cognizant of our fair ability
To rise above the Earth, impinion’d
By angel-thought – yes, we all are angels,
Swooping & up-hooping like dragonkites,
When mind floats upon such divine threshfold,
Trustworthiness tends to tranquility,
Security lends us stability,
& we look down upon dirty dirges
Watch stubborn wrangling’s discord sewer-pour’d,
Watch all our factions blown like confetti
Oer so many sodden Culloden moors,
To celebrate the dawning of an Age,
When food & rooves proved by the Common Fund,
When luxuries rewarded for labour,
When everybody asks this question,
What can I do to help the world today?”

14: The Congo Question

Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, so vile,
Millions bloodletted at rogue altars,
Before them was a rider some name Death,
King Leopold of Belgium others call,
Who transform’d uranium-rich Congo
Into a personal slave plantation,
Extracting fat resources from vast lands,
Enforc’d by workcamps, crude executions,
Bloody tortures, body mutilations,
Robespierring deadly genocide,
Crushing a dozen millions to dust,
Stakes drove in place, grating tentacles entrench’d
Today, upsuckling Africa’s fortunes,
Beswatting this impoverish’d mistress,
Her begging suitor, turn’d lover, now turn’d
Scoundrel amoureuse – the Congo River,
As it flows thro’ the gorgeous Grand Inga,
Some magic, megalithic megadam
Could power all of Africa, such force
Unleash’d by holy torrents! Pure progress
Halted & hounded, grossly unfunded,
Look at how Three Gorges raises China!
Hydropower breeds importance, self-worth,
Cutting off imperial stealth taxes,
Saving poor three-in-four primary kids
From homework in the dark – switches on lights,
With power spare to show an old cartoon.

 

15: Slumdogs & Billionaires

Just as noisy machines from fields first suck’d
The ungirded workers of a Third World,
Screwing them into lice-sewn, smallpox slums,
Where prostitution acts the Welfare State,
Eviction’s threat fretting each waking day,
So Globalisation plays the same sports,
Stuffs Kapitalism’s casualties
In damp & crampening cages; Lagos,
Mumbai, Dhaka, Kinshasa – three in ten
Of all who breathe Earth’s air scuttle thro’ slums
Bereft of services, devoid of homes,
Unfit for habitiation, unhealthy,
Unseen, unclean, unhygenic classrooms
Whittle down children dreaming of mansions,
Tarring early hope, so lurch back home
To invarying, low calorie lives,
Under an aluminium tin roof,
By cardboard walls propp’d up, but waterless,
Acqua transported from rivers & lakes
Or forc’d to buy a tub or two from trucks,
Because they pay no taxes trash stays put,
Burnt, buried, beside babies, breeding rats,
How can it be in an age of great wealth
Insanities of no sanitation
Afflicts about two billion or so
The rest completely oblivious kept,
When only drive-by shootings break the news.

Song 5: Love The Planet

LOVE THE PLANET

Drowning islands, blood red diamonds
Sniper silence, it’s all the same
Sighing Parthenon, dying Amazon
She cryin’ now she gone, we’re all to blame

Love the planet (save her)
Love the planet
She’s the only one we got

Many people fear we must dissapear
(Melt away) Like a candle
Look inside your soul, we could lose it all
(People say) it’s a scandal

Children’s hunger pang, dead orangatang
We’ll go off with a bang, still in our youth
God got no halo, she lyin’ down below
Mother Gaia know the simple truth

Love the planet (save her)
Love the planet
She’s the only one we got

When you look at me tell me what you see
(Am I real) am I worthless
Look upon the earth calculate its worth
(Can you feel) it is priceless
To ye high & almighty masters of economy
Thinking that ecology could never pay
Your grotesque cabal of kings
Got so many diamond rings

I’m talking world implosion
I’m talking bout soil erosion
I’m talk bout dirty oceans too

Love the planet (save her)
Love the planet
She’s the only one we got

Love the planet – don’t be a stranger
Love the planet – cos shes in danger
Love the planet – no need to change her ways
Cos she’s the only one we got