There Is No Enemy

 

     Don’t surround yourself with negative people!

They say,

     Tones of propaganda and brainwashing

Committed to the none committed

     And,

Let’s take a good look at what

This cliché known as Earth expects,

Expects of each and every citizen,

Citizens born upholding compassion,

Now trained in each and every kind

Of killing.

 

     The soldier lays his back upon grenades,

Thwarting the death upon his section,

Yet whence he talks in retired tones

The conviction of a pacifist,

     The police will wrestle him

To the ground,

     And,

There’s no such thing

As a winnable war but

     There is one that is sustained,

For missiles bombs and bullets

Make a penny shine,

Within the wallets of insane!

 

     Politicians with

Insecure granted qualities,

Degrees bought by Ma and Pa,

Make haste their very own

Confiscations,

     Upon the souls of poor,

And they think the working class

Idolize the gunshot hero,

They think they all be

Criminals at large,

     Knowing full well

Their own complicity

In the Mafia,

And havens for the masons,

 

     And let’s have it right folk,

There are no enemies within

The souls of migrants,

For why would they be here,

To claim meagre benefits,

And have their children killed?

     Still,

There are many that say,

Do not surround yourself with negative

People,

     Be accustomed to our ways,

Let the flavour of the capitalists,

Dictate the ice flowing in your veins,

 

     And when you’re cold as they,

As cold as the cliché placed upon our world,

You’ll win

You’ll win

You’ll win,

     You’ll belong to a gang

Already raping Earth,

While the many wish upon

You cursed,

     And,

Never forget,

Never surround yourself -

The negatives,

     Feed each and every

Imperial delusion,

While honesty vomits

Truth you can’t reverse.

 

     I’ll spew upon you

The positives,

Of a people living peace,

Treating each as kindred,

Regardless of their race,

I’ll spew my own concerns

 For the fallacy we are now,

And when you frown upon

My honesty,

     I’ll know your soul be lost,

     For this planet makes a play

Of every individual,

And many return a fake,

Choosing only

An attitude of will,

That revolves around a hate,

And it’s not that I’m so negative,

     It’s that you dare not

The truth prevail,

For you’ll have to succumb

The possibility,

     Of your existence that is lie,

A lie that seeks to tether all,

And the war,

The war prevails some more.

 

Michael J Waite 11th February 2016.