More electric soup

I try to believe that ultimate power is held by the populace,
but facing the facts I can see it’s not true.

The state holds our fate in its hands.

Political treason,
a butchery beggaring belief
and a
thief of all reasoning

Homeless
numbers up and yet on the up
they’re still going down

London’s like Tombstone
Arizona zone six
and up at Mill Hill
they’ll fix you a six plot,
that’s a dot on the cards.

Occupy?
don’t make me laugh
it makes me cry
watch
people die out there
on the streets paved with gold

and I’m old enough not to change,
progress doesn’t impress me
and
the homeless only depress me
but unless we
do something
nothing will happen.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.