Gridlocked

 

Gridlocked

Traffic stopped

Stalled

Not moving forward

Not moving at all

Miles of horns blaring

Anger rising as the sun is glaring

 

Every inch we take

No change, red lights not giving way

A mile seems so far away

I want to be somewhere nice

Not in this exhaust fume cocoon

I want to be shipwrecked

Marooned

On a beachside paradise

Watching the sun as it bleeds into the deep sea

I'd rather be

Listing to entrancing tunes

As we sit beside mountainous sand dunes

 

Going nowhere

Taking forever to arrive

Seeing nothing but brake lights

As the sun bakes the insides

Sweat drenched eyes are blind to the sights

as the traffic in the other lane flies by

Instead of gasping

At the smog induced by car created pollution

I'd rather have a stay of execution

And sit idly by the water’s edge

Watching the waves crashing instead

 

Every inch we take

No change, red lights don't turn green

No beauty to be seen

Just smoky haze through which to gaze

Barely seeing the light of day fade into darkening greys

I want to be somewhere in a dream

Not here in this concrete nightmare scene

I want to be wrapped in the arms of moonlight

Not here under streetlights, blinded by headlights

 

 

Thanks for reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.

 

Gifted Freedom

 

Gifted freedom at last

but at what cost

to fill coffers of the unjust

to mark a year down as lost

because the reserves are thinning

now the cash tills start ringing

 

Gifted freedoms, but liberty is stolen

gifted free roam, but the walls are still closing

like a gothic room complete with spikes of doom

to pierce our hearts and put us down in our tombs

now go forth and consume

the vaults are empty, there is plenty of room

 

Gifted freedom to spend

like a prisoner released

into the world at its end

to face one final beast

a disease

with no viral load seen under a microscope

just a cash machine filled to overload

 

Gifted freedom, but our freewill is stolen

we must go forth and embark on the misguided notion

that we need to spend to feel good within

that filling their pockets will release us from sin

because their assets are trickling

like a stream running dry

what they want from us is to

buy.

buy.

buy

 

 

Thanks for reading

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle. 

Right to shout

 

Try to take our right to make a noise

to protest against injustice in our loudest voice

but we are not just slaves to the system

we were born into this illness

we are not the symptoms

we can be the cure,

here to make a difference

we all make our nation

not just those sat in parliaments safe haven

 

Don't sit idly by,

as they take away our right to cry

we need to unite,

untie ropes that hold us down

take off rags that blind our sight

make out voice the loudest sound

pound the streets with arms aloft, hand in hand

equals against the corruption that blemishes our land

 

Playing political games,

to bring us to our knees

the villainy

feels less like democracy,

more like tyranny

every day powerful games are played

by those that demand to be obeyed

they dream up ways to make our lives worse

then drip feed us tabloid fodder to sate our thirst

 

Is it annoying that we want to shout?

then we should get our megaphones out

make our voices loud and clear

it’s our right to not live in fear

when protesting against rape carries a higher sentence

than the act itself,

something stinks to high hell

 

How have we walked into this?

blindly accepting

that we must lap up every crooked lie they spill

every untruth they tell

do they hold us under some wicked spell?

or are we all too dumbed down to see?

that the enemy is them, not you or me

 

When you try to force silence

you make words mean as little as dust

corruption rears its ugly head,

as nobody dares speak up

innocent blood will spill

when we can't call for help

because the sickness is deep rooted

when police march jackbooted

 

People deserve freedom to speak out

don't criminalise the right to discourse,

don't lock us up if we shout

because a cornered animal often shows its teeth

let us have our say in peace

or are you afraid that we’ll see through the lies and legalese

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle