It might be privilege

It might be privilege

A product of a life

Without jeopardy

Unless we’re stupid

And go out of our way

To seek danger

We have time to

Be prosaic

Millions eke out a life

Scratching the surface

Swilling mud

From beneath their feet

Dying of disease

Displaced

Dreaming of movies

Living a nightmare

Fighting to live

Living to fight

Women brutalised

By sorry arsed nobs

Misogynists with opportunity

To fulfil a dream

Murder most foul

Is more than

A book deal

For the crime club

Enthusiast

The air sings

With the sound

Of a psychotic missile

Some are called patriots

When they strike

On cruise control

Bury your dead

Head in the sand

It is safer than

Sticking your neck out

To be strafed by shrapnel

A victim of a ricochet

Bad luck

Is no coincidence

When the bullets fly

There is more to it than that

No matter

How much you

Might want it

To be true

How can it really

Be

All about love.