The battle with the ignorant continues
The will of the masses takes over.
Tired of excuses, I hide from the streets
Streets full of sheep, bleating & crying.
Walls being shot at,
Traffic full of nutters
Places full of fear
& trees full of lies.
Holding my head,
I hide in my darkness
Wishing for break through
Screaming frustration.
& distance grows greater
When the angels fly south
& the planes which they pilot
Take leave; turn cloudless.
The heat of the day
Intolerable & nervous
A beauty in trousers
Her hair it was falling.
& from god comes intelligence
So few that believe
Whinging & moaning
& changing the rules.
& the anger of the whores
Who takes time to prostrate
Asking for money
Which the government stakes.
The wondrous & the charming,
The sweet & the clean
All are my dreams
As I type this machine.
The young they die soon
& these angels seem fake
I close in my curtains
& worship the break.
~ my day in hell.
© ed simkins
