The Greyhound

 

We’re all hemmed in,

Kept like cattle ready for cull,

We have no freedoms within the

Confines of our homes and everyone,

Is under surveillance,

     Yet the wealthiest

Are fiddling our kids

While you’re keeping the rich, rich!

 

And you know there are,

Many intellectuals amongst

The poorest,

Many whom know

That you know they know,

But like John Nash Junior

You keep them medicated,

Supressed of all they could be,

 

We’re all hemmed in

Knowing the life here on Earth is taken,

We’re all hemmed in with little

Forms to express our freedoms

And it’s gameplay to you,

Figures and numbers

Dealt with by accountants

And fifty quids not much

To take from the poorest,

Not much but sand in your hand!

 

We’re feeling time,

Feeling while drip fed the pensions

And benefits as time makes payday

A long way aways,

And you may as well have

Incarcerated the majority to prison,

And you’re looking for schisms to make

Examples of life,

All cleverly cut by the bogus on payrolls

Who’ll follow your norms

As pawns of dictators,

 

This is not what life

Be all about,

This is not the existence

You’ll glory till death,

For death is told

By the terraced houses

And spilt blood cities,

Where greyhounds and whippets

Are illegally bound,

 

You keep us like animals

And wonder why murder is rife,

You keep us like animals

Whilst drugging us up!

     You keep us as animals

And experiment each one,

Caring no longer for the sanity of man,

 

     The greyhound is caught,

Trained for a sport

It wasn’t here for,

The greyhound is bought

By a gamblers soul,

And put eagerly to death

When it runs no more,

The greyhound lives

And dies in its cage,

Yet more rights does it have,

Than a human enraged.

 

Michael J Waite 1^st June 2013.