in this static show
of status quo
political voices
make their choices
in the game
but most remain
loyal or abstain
and stunt their reputation
for self-gratification
raping the have nots
with subtle riots
of troughed opinion
like glove puppets of elite dominion.
these suits of higher suits
who keep the masses murmurs mute
ignore the real ground
crumbling round
financial towers of glass and steel
whose machinations illegally steal
the oxygen of dreams
from street streams.
this summer cities burned
and some plasma tv's got returned
by groups
in operatic loots
but i remember them
stealing rice and bottled water
while Number 10
shouted Order! Order!
so they nabbed jazzy trainers to fit in
as a boy dad took nappies for his son to shit in.
it was a grain of gravy from the pile you've got
not even a scoop
of the soup
from the glimmering pot
of silver and gold
simmering on your stove.
then came the justice of oligarchy's retribution
sending these children to jail
while the bankers and hackers’ own trail
of looting and intrusion
went unpunished or was given bail.
our children are making a revolution
and live in a language
that we can't damage
above our rhetoric and contaminated bones
on their ipods and mobile phones
in their own wisdom
and fields of vision
making new tunes
and runes
without the rules
of serfdoms fools
and privileged jewels.
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