As that sign at a demo said,
“the 21st century is like a Dickens’ novel”,
humanity makes a world, unfair,
for every mansion, there’s a hovel.
The same operating system,
stirs up the same mistakes,
such as an overconfident lad,
found drowned in a lake.
Levels between utility and wage,
are not harmoniously spread,
it would seem that those in charge,
want to see us all dead.
A question, I will ask you,
aren’t you fed up of being left behind?
because; if you are my friend,
don’t fear change, stop being blind.
Let there be no un-imagination,
in the way we run life,
at the moment; it seems that our nature,
is to smile, whilst holding a knife.
By repeating our imperfection,
we have become our own horseman,
something that could be beauty,
we’ve selfishly made gruesome.
I try to find some love,
but a talking monkey’s the only choice,
is it of any wonder I choose,
to listen to my inward nasty voice.
Thus, a question, I will ask myself,
am I fed up of being left behind?
if so, stop building a one man cell,
that no-one can unbind.