Champion for freedom ’til you have the reigns.
Six months down the line and you should be ashamed.
Reinstating those who only know how to be vile.
While banishing people who criticise your management style.

What sort of equality do you call this?
Sounds more like hypocrisy dressed as an autocrat.
If that’s what you are then stop playing dumb.
Admit to the world that you aren’t uncle help all of man.
Cause to be honest your extremist is showing.

Lives have been torn by your frivilous deeds.
Rich in theory but bankrupt morally.
Too busy with plays to remain in the limelight.
Is there any with which you wouldn’t pick a fight?

What sort of equality do you call this?
By now you must understand why so many are pissed.
Profits have dwindled in the face of it all.
Cause you’ve stamped on their homes and ruined their sanctuary.
All so you can continue to be a real somebody.

Now your decline is in full meteoric demise.
Before too long it’ll be shorter to write a list titled, those who don’t despise.

Reap what you sow, yet all you’ve sown has been shit.
Been too busy trying to cultivate off someone else’s hit.
Built jack all but think you’re a king.
Techno stupid who bought everything.

Shed the shell that you’ve carried all your days.
No more is it necessary to hide from society.
You are us and we are with you.
Stand back to back in this ever evolving sideshow.
Prepared to defend or act to bring change.
These bonds will not send us deranged.
For we are kin from birth til long past oblivion.
Any who have a problem will come undone.
Not a threat but a promise written on the stars.
We do not fear being locked behind liars bars.

We’ve endured for nineteen millennia.
And we will continue to stand in our step.
Hope is our shield and our sword is friendship.

Unfurl from the beauty born into every atom.
Disintegration has no foothold in our union.
Laws are for the weak willed.
On our watch innocent blood will not be spilled.
And if you try you’ll meet suspension.
How do you think it feels to be a no one?
Unmade in the eyes of a limitless universe.
You won’t even get chance to utter a curse.
For these are the realities of who we are.
In our realm there isn’t even remnants of a scar.

We’ve endured for nineteen millennia.
And we will continue to stand in our step.
Hope is our shield and our sword is friendship.

Hear us!
Know our words.
Believer!
Watch us birth…
Systems from a speck.
All realities are where we trek.

We’ve endured for nineteen millennia.
And we will continue to stand in our step.
Hope is our shield and our sword is friendship.

What is a mistake if not a way for us to learn.
Fumbling should never lead to eternal spurn.
For who amongst us is without a blemish?
None, so don’t come swinging your sharpened axe.
These condemnations are ignorant of facts.
Desperate actions by dreadful souls.
The sort whose life is filled with callous goals.
Exploiting the young, naive or poor.
Knowledge should fix that or they can show themselves the door.
If it hits them on the way out…
Well to be honest that is what they get for chasing clout.
For they are old enough to know better than to damn.
Cause I know if we look close we’ll see they’ve been running a scam.
So before you cast the first stone of blame,
Be sure you aren’t guilty of being monarch of pain.
Originator of lies forced on others as truth.
For when reality hits we’ll all have the proof.
Then you will be out like we always said you would.
Your Nazi-esque salutes will further imprison you.
Declare from the rooftops you are a damned hate spewing set of fools.

Kick and scream on one more trip around the sun.
Throughout it all you keep a hand on that gun.
Concealed but always ready for the draw.
How will these actions ever help stop your…

Stupid violent tendency prayers.
Counting bodies like they’re stairs.
Making claims that simply don’t ring true.
Cause if you’re a land of freedom…
Then I fear for you!

Excuse me yhis or make excuses for that.
Whatever the reason its full of deluded crap.
Only nation on Earth with this epidemic.
Look in the mirror and notice its systemic.

Stupid violent tendency prayers.
Counting bodies like they’re stairs.
Making claims that simply don’t ring true.
Cause if you’re a land of freedom…
Then I fear for you!

For these piles keep reaching higher.
At this rate I’ll need to be a professional climber.
But scaling this tragedy is not a fix.
To be honest its little more than ignoring for convenience.
Sticking to a past long faded.
Making up excuses because you’re jaded.
Trapped in a space that should’ve been allowed to eroded.
Rather than keeping it a part of your national identity code.
Its why to the rest of the world your an enigma.
Powerful yet tragic for you love to pull a trigger.
Epitomy of all that man should wipe clear.
In your nation you breed contempt, hatred, misinformation and fear.

Rolling round and round in my head.
What are these notions I can’t put to bed?
Remnants left over from the night before.
Or are they so much more?
I haven’t a clue and that is what irks me.
Cause it feels like part of an unfinished story.
While ignorance feeds my doubt in a loop.
Playing myself as if I’m skilled with a flute.

Is this real or just fleeting?
Can I conquer without being beaten?

I don’t know.
I simply can’t say.
What is left might crumble away.
Siphoned thin.
My skin too weak.
Feels as though I might always be incomplete.

Sinking in place rather than swimming a mile.
All I taste in my mouth is a mountain of bile.
Should that be taken as insight that’s new?
I haven’t got a single clue!
Maybe if I knew more I could hazard a guess.
Rather than be stood here failing to impress.
Alas that is not the position I find myself in.
Cause everyone I see just keeps sniggering.

Is this real or just fleeting?
Can I conquer without being beaten?

I don’t know.
I simply can’t say.
What is left might crumble away.
Siphoned thin.
My skin too weak.
Feels as though I might always be incomplete.

What is this mess that surrounds us?
Have we dug too deep to escape the endless…
Decay we’ve birthed onto our home.
If so then things won’t survive the tome.

Damnation written into our fated stars.
Instead we bow to those in uniform and their bars.
How short-sighted could we have been?
Even a blind man could have foreseen.

Ruin is our M.O.
Success a no go.
Choose past curfew.
Positive outcome is gone so…

Say your goodbyes.
And I’ll provide mine.
The angel is too steep.
And for so long we were sheep.
Treading a path.
Building a road.
It lead to oblivion.
All was foretold.

Now what surrounds are but remains.
For a while we refused to ackowledge these chains.
Same ones that dragged us down to the depths.
Payment for all those bounced cheques.

Ruin is our M.O.
Success a no go.
Choose past curfew.
Positive outcome is gone so…

Nothing.
We’re all gone.
What remains are remnants of our false dominion.

Every word you say fills me with a glowing heat.
Some might think me crazed or a cheat.
Do they have rights over where I go?
No, they are spectators, guests in what is my show.
While you are my the ying to my yang.
If others overstep they’ll get a flash of fang.
Over-reaction, quick to violence.
To those actors I say, return to silence.
My choice, my time.
You are alongside by design.
If you weren’t I’d revert to type.
Doing that now wouldn’t feel right.
Be like trying to swim while missing a limb.
You are an extension with which i’m living.

Your every action brings an unending feeling.
Light of my day, precents my mind from peeling.
Dispel this obsession to look back in fear.
Words said to me, I didn’t think I would ever agree.
But times change when you least believe.
Relighting a fire that terminates the need to grieve.
Sparking inner fire and stoking flames.
Compels me to retake my forsaken reins.
All because you are present in some way.
Promising you will never fade from me.
Listening when I need a voice to soothe.
Never asking for me to prove…
That I always have to be more.
Cause reality is no one is keeping score!

You call into question behaviour.
All because you wish to become known as saviour.
Delicate hand upon a faded relic.
Double take suggests you wish to sell it.
Make a stack and flee the system.
Reinforced by your snorts of derision.
Poor imitations of disgust and outrage.
Offensive is not something that’s ever phased.
So to see it now I know its put on.
If eyes shift off you I know you’ll be gone.
Yet would that be such a tragic loss?
I wager no as you overestimate your cost.
Worth your weight would be a fallacy.
Maybe I should encourage a tragedy.
Hasten this break force change.
It would certainly allow for expulsion of the mange.

Theatrical display to cover your treachery.
As I suspected you took the chance to get away.
To where I do not know and could not care less.
For this made possible a new process.
Stripped out the rot of what had kept us contained.
To be honest your rule was smothering in the way it restrained.
Fashioned us to ideals we no longer held.
Advancement until then had been quelled.
Without these limits we came on leaps and bounds.
Ended disease, famine, poverty and refugee compounds.
All things that had bred bitterness and division.
It was a much needed series of incision.
That has lead us to unity previously not conceived.
Sure even you wouldn’t have believed.
So wherever you are I extend my thanks.
For your greed gave us all this expansive chance.

Barren surface of blood red sand.
Planet known for being the empires most prized land.
Fuelled by spice dug from the ground.
Too many noises result in a distinctive sound.
Rumble, tremor, approaching worm.
One false move will end your turn.
Playing politics is simple by compare.
Mostly they manoeuvre and deliver a hard stare.
With eyes turned blue by exposure and time.
No one is ever willing to draw a bloody line.
Rather the cycle repeats without end in sight.
Maybe a Shai-hulud could with a bite.
A million teeth in a single form.
Sight capable of making you wish you hadn’t been born.

Wrath of the mountain.
Mass of falling rocks.
Screaming and shouting.
Then come aftershocks.

No malice or intention.
Just nature unfolding.
Fear and apprehension.
Terror is sharp and holding.

Bare hands digging.
Cries from below.
Not time for quitting.
Hope starts to grow.

First found is a loss.
Pleas continue through dust.
Everyone gives a toss.
Efforts will not go bust.

Hand reaches from debris.
Screams of relief and joy.
In total there are three.
Two girls and a boy.

First of many more.
Eleven hours, twenty.
Sadly there is still gore.
It leaves you feeling empty.

Just remember…

Wrath of the mountain.
Mass of falling rocks.
Screaming and shouting.
Then come aftershocks.

Power of nature.
Can’t comprehend.
You cannot wager.
There is no final end.

Its happened before.
It’ll come round again.
Listen for the roar.
Prepare for anything.