Get Passionate

If you get easily angered by passion,

You’ve become part of the problem,

Your apathy is a valuable asset to politics,

Lay down at the doorstep and watch them walk all over you,

Wiping and dragging their feet as they go.

 

They love that you can’t muster the energy for debate,

Your boredom and disinterested glances,

They appreciate your lack of intelligence,

Keep switching channels, till you fall asleep,

Big brother has you on camera 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

 

Your every move is scrutinised and monitored for surveillance and your ‘protection’

They keep their own world top secret as much as possible,

They choose words of convenience smoke and mirrors, cloak and dagger,

Social Triggers.

 

They prefer you don’t stand up and be counted in peaceful protest,

Showing solidarity with your fellow man, woman, and child,

They’ll contain you with an underfunded police force,

They thrive on your ignorance, fear, and inability to fight.

 

Do you comprehend,

They dumb you down, they count you out,

They abuse your human rights, your dignity,

Now they want another war and they want you to fight it,

Want to spill your blood and mine, so they don’t get near to it.

 

While they sip champagne on the side-line,

Delay your pension, grab at your earnings,

They want you to turn the cogs of the machine, as they,

Victimise those in poverty,

The mentally and physically disabled,

To the financially destitute.

 

Now they want to cut back on school dinners for kids,

They want to dismantle the NHS as we know it,

Want to raise your taxes, protect the rich,

Make health care a privilege of the privileged.

 

Cut your benefits, limit your housing rights,

They want to criminalise homelessness,

That their system caused; is still causing.

 

They want to attack refugees for seeking safety from terror,

While waging war on ‘terror’ with more violence,

They need their scapegoats, a group of people to blame,

They breed hate in the community,

They breed racial violence and intolerance,

They rely on your hatred.

 

They kiss babies and promise change,

And with every baby, they kiss, another lie is born,

And with every positive change they promise,

The more promises they break.

 

With every scandal, they deny or invent,

Another parliamentary abuse moves out of the radar,

Their violent hearts drop bombs to cause distractions,

They do not feel the bloodshed, they see gold.

 

No, they don’t feel it like we do,

They do not feel the aftershock,

They rely on our vote,

They rely on our gullibility,

They rely on our silence,

Our stupidity.

 

Fuck them,

Fuck them,

Fuck them,

Get passionate.

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