Democratic Hypocracy

The hypocrisy of this democracy

Is simply astounding to me.

We charge into enemy territory

To impose democratic civility,

Whilst our own society

Is built upon lies and hostility.

Are we really free?

Free to be whoever we want to be?

Or are we indeed duped into hypnotic lethargy,

Through a series of therapeutic ideologies.

We’re subliminally told to get degrees, forge families,

And why?  So we can be happy?

Or is it so we spend more money and vote in the corrupt MP’s.

 Who Ignore the kids getting D’s and taking E’s

In order to make more hard currency.

We seem to have the ability to ignore the self indulgency

Of those that succeed, smile and pretend to be happy

Even though others bleed to death in the alley

Of some fucked up city.

And this is what it is to be free?

Easy like A B C, 1 2 3

Or deporting the wrong nationality.

Who even voted the Tories?

I’d sooner see the tooth fairy in power,

Than Cameron and Cleggy.

Surely we must have sensed something was wrong?

When the kids started skipping school

To play with each other’s Wii,

Killing each other obsessively overseas

On Call of Duty, with M16’s on their PS3’s.

It’s fucking crazy.

How can we pretend to show

 Empathy and hospitality,

To those of foreign creeds

When we bomb the shit out of their homes

Because of men with beards, who fundamentally believe that democracy is a disease?

Or is it really about that most precious oil?

Which BP can afford to spill relentlessly,

For months at sea, and then the presidency

Of the ‘Land of the Free’ has the indecency

To plea that he’s angry at a company

Which represents exactly what is wrong with his own country.

But then again this is all forgettable.

Over a nice cup of tea, in front of the telly.

Watching celebrities ridicule those

With special needs, who can’t sing properly.

Isn’t that un-P.C?

Or is it easily covered up like police brutality,

Shown in our streets to millions on the BBC.

It frightens me to see such nationwide stupidity

Lapped up in 60 inch HD, 3D-TV

Every one of these, three hundred

And sixty,

Five days a year.

Please

Teach me how to escape the reality of this fallacy

Before we tear down and burn the last tree.

I want to see the sea just one last time

Before it dries up completely.

I can’t even tell if this is poetry anymore

Or just therapy.