Pissing in the Wind

 

just another rant…

 

 

Pissing in the Wind

 

In that time when thoughts come and go,

I dream of truths that never were.

We slither towards a new dawn,

singing songs of past glory,

as the challis changes hands;

between those who vie for position

at the tables of the damned.

Where insults fly like arrows

from those who know no shame.

 

We sit in darkness waiting for our time

eating cake, singing ‘Land of Hope and Glory’.

The smell of contempt drifts down

 from those who believe they rule our world

while playing politics with our birthright.

 

When will we say enough!

Our family silver tarnished

from tears shed in its name,

the old, the sick and damaged

wait in corridors to be saved.

Can no one cut the knot…

end this killing game?

Or must we live in darkness

with our heads hung low in shame.

Mikeverdi

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TheRecluse

A powerful piece, Mike, and though to some extent appropriate by conveying a sense of hopelessness, the lamenting lyrical quality of the text, for me, needs a better title. (I think “birthright” is one word, and should be ‘damned’) Good to see you ranting, with some of the old ‘Mike quality’ still shining through!
Trevor

Capricorn

A very powerful piece, Mike. I agree with Trevor that perhaps a new title would be stronger.
Eira

Stormwolf

Great title to start with Mike. It seems to be all that’s left on occasion. It is hard not to get disheartened God knows. I have been told today by my doctor’s surgery that they “no longer accept bookings for appointments. ” we have to phone in on the day in the vain hope of being seen. Takes me back to the days of my marriage to my ex a GP. He was called out many times during many night and the phone was answered by me in his absence. A worried mother of a sick child, an old person… Read more »

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