Thursday, 5 March 2015

It's the sign of the times. its the time of our lives.


We've got food banks,
swastika armbands,
hate in abundance,
undemocratically elected governments,
leaving us angry,
splashing about in frustration,
struggling to survive.

It's  the sign of the times,
it's  the time  of our lives.

We've got corporations causing  unecessary death,
profiteers manufacturing sadness,
carving up the world with austerity and stealth,
as days drift by, rivers of sadness grow,
souls get deep, but still manage to flow.

It's the sign of the times,
it's the time of our lives.

We've got the Tory's demonising the poor,
allow the bankers to steal again and again,
then build private armies to guard what has been stolen,
then cry  blue murder if a person hungry gets caught,
shoplifting as a means of survival.

It's the sign of  the times,
it's the time of our lives.

We've got UKIP stalking, walking hand in hand with fascists,
their councillors openly saying they don't like negroes,
then theirs Isis destroying knowledge,
chopping of peoples heads and fingers,
they don't like absolute zero,
we've got famine in the third world,
dirty water and ebola,
the masters of  our lands, seeking war.

It's the sign of the times,
it's the time of our lives.

We've got refugees being criminalised,
simply for trying to flee for their lives,
not waving but drowning,
it's a sad fact ,that nobody,
is able to walk on water anymore,
the world at tipping point, on a downward spiral,
we have to reach out find some means of survival

It's the sign of the times,
it's the time of  our lives.

We've got apartheid walls, we've got wars of attrition,
we've got people being daily crushed,
cleared from their lands, words and memories stolen,
no opportunity to grow, hope keeps getting scattered,
with seeds of destruction, a life of suffering and exploitation,
as big brother gets bigger, participation is left small.

It's the sign of the times,
it's the time of our lives.

And we've got smart phones and social media,
viruses that arrive daily with hidden intent,
webs of confusion, threads of division
branches ragged,  but still enough to cling too,
though the world tries hard we are not quite broken.

It's the sign of the times,
it's the time of our lives.

But, stop, newsflash,
tomorrow delivers a special offer,
admission price is free,
dreamers will come and take the pain away,
breathing heavily but not yet exhausted,
will overthrow the world,
and try and start again,
push the sign of our times in another direction,
before we all exterminate ourselves,
because it's the time of our lives,
it's the time of our lives.



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