Justice

 

Is it justice

to have a list of victims,

where all the perpetrators

are kept hidden?

Is it justice

if those who have money and fame

get their names redacted?

Leaving the victims

with their names

shown as if in blame.

This male led world

where blame lays

at the victims doors,

she was begging for it,

did you see what she was wearing?

She brought it on herself, I’m sure,

just after attention, money and wealth.

Suck it up.

It’s not like anyone ate any kids. (Ohh wait)

 

The grass-fed herd chow it all down

without realising they are just eating

their own shit smeared ground.

This problem goes much deeper

than a former prince

and a few rich people.

There is no party divide,

it isn’t one side or another.

It’s on our doorsteps.

It’s in the men who act like

the world was made for them.

It’s in the people who vote them in.

It’s in each of us for turning a blind eye

when we all knew that they were not right.

 

Page after page,

degradation and depravity,

moral compasses all at sea,

when they keep their names

hidden from us to see.

Where is the rage?

These people need to be shamed,

locked in a cage

and the keys

melted into symbols of hope.

So, pick up a pen. Share your anger

again, and again until they listen.

 

Let us fight for justice,

but be under no illusion,

this needs change at the deepest level.

We need to be on an even playing field

to even start to unravel this mess.

Men, that means looking deep inside,

changing our outlook.

accepting our parts in all of this.

And look, it’s really quite simple.

Treat everyone as equals.

Turn off the hate for just a moment.

Stop thinking the world is against you.

It is not.

The world doesn’t give a shit.

She just spins on through the cycles,

wishing we would treat her better.

The rich on the other hand

want us to start digging

our own graves into the land.

So, aim your anger at them

and let us all do better, we owe this to the world.

Very little helps

 

This supermarket life,

cellophane wrapped feelings

to protect from

the dirty hands outside.

Your own brand thoughts

no longer allowed,

only

mass produced emotions

printed on boxes

stacked ceiling high.

 

Shiny packaging

conceals an overpriced

chemistry set

of regret and

over produced lies.

Full of sugar

to hide the bitterness

and the tang of rot,

that gets caught

in your throat.

Meanwhile the

misshapen produce sits

neglected in a pile,

ready to be incinerated

in the ceremonial funeral pyre.

 

Live well for less,

they contest,

whilst pushing

overpriced bags

of emptiness.

Prices that pop,

the slogans never stop,

do your weekly shop,

and fill your bins

with our rancid microwaved slop.

That Asda be a con,

and when you wonder

where all your money has gone,

you can use the boxes to keep warm.

 

Colourful and bright,

easily distracting at

eye level to get attention,

in spite of containing

no nutrition.

Just cardboard and sawdust,

repackaged

as food and consumed 

by the bucket full.

Easily distracted eyes

sigh in delight at the cartons

printed in bold lettering,

every little helps they smile,

as they buy another lie.

Walking into a sunset

 

It’s like a piece of me dies

every time I put on that smile

and say goodbye.

A graveyard

I’ve come to despise.

When all I want is to say how you

light up my life,

but the words just fail

and I just walk away

into the sunset,

whilst you walk

the other way

into the sunrise.

 

When I’m with you

I feel a tingle inside,

flapping like

those clichéd butterflies

that live within,

but when I walk away

I feel a swarm of wasps

stinging me until I’m blue

and I want to scream

those words,

the truth that I hold in.

For when love climbs inside

I want to smile wide

but I lose control of my lips

and the words become confused.

 

And I never knew that I

was so good at lying.

But every time I say goodbye

it feels like dying,

it feels like

the sun burning itself out

leaving just

a blackhole in the sky.

where all the hope

gets sucked in,

like the way I pull in

the words before they

come tumbling from my lips.

I feel my mind crumbling

until I’m left searching

through the rubble

for the only smile

I have left that fits.

 

I feel like I only

ever want to say hello,

because every welcome

is time spent in your company,

but then goodbye always

comes and slaps me

to wake me from a dream

I was so peacefully embracing.

And when I bite my lip

I taste the blood of every regret.

Every word I never said,

every moment never shared,

Every kiss that could never exist,

because our ships

were never set to sail

on the same waters,

our feet never to stretch

over the same sandy beaches.