Every day is another day

Every day is another day

Closer to disorder

There is action

On the streets

In the public houses

And town halls.

Debating chambers

Are full of hot air

When world powers are run

Like an estate agency

By gameshow hosts

With padded shoulders

And bouffant hair

Shouting the odds

Trading insults

With warmongers.

Declarations of intent

Stolen from dime store villains

The hapless queue for brains

In the supermarket

The last one sold

For buttons

And left the building

With the foil still attached.

There is fear

For the future

The tenements crumble

Tall buildings wobble

Every time a bomb falls

Half a world away

Too many handheld cameras

Create a fault line.

Everything registers as entertainment

Even resentment is stylised

To suit a modern take

On reality

History is always personal

To the victims.

Get off your ass

Conviction means more than

Speaking your mind

We need more dissenters

It helps keep the balance.

Burn the provocateurs

Is a falsehood

Even a Luddite

Can rattle a cage.

Paint my warship red

The notion of anger

As a tool

Is more than irony

When the world burns

And the billionaires

Gather to celebrate their nuptials

In peace

Having bought the rights

To Venice.