Don’t take for granted
Our ability
To see past your lies.
The coloured hunger
Of corrupted power
And twisted tales
Of meaningless policies
That change
At the blink of an eye.
Your smoke and mirrors
And power hungry desires
Secret pacts
Dubious lies
Clinging on
By your desperate finger nails
In the interest of no one
But your selves
And your mates.
And the power
That sits in
Your slippery hands
Will destroy you
From inside
Eventually.
There’s an understanding
You see,
A realisation
That things are just things
And cash is just cash
TVs switched off
Papers ripped up
Hands can be held
And that love
Is enough
When it has to be.
One step forward slowly gently 