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, 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
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
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
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