This Is Not The World I Ordered
Who’s that knocking on my door?
Oh, it’s you? The armed and dangerous representatives
of unconstitutional authority.
And you want me to do what exactly?
Come with you?
For my own safety? For yours?
Because of your orders, which you didn’t question?
Ohhh, I don’t think so….
Let me explain, you see,
I didn’t vote for this Brave New World you Ordered,
I have no secret agenda, except to live in peace
and I really don’t want to join in with your silliness. Whatever it is.
Thanks all the same.
Let me know when there is a way
to get off the planet.
The problem is that I don’t see things the way you see things,
I don’t fear the threats you fear, because
these shadowy horrors which haunt your nightmares
may have persuaded you it is your right
to tag me,
bag me
and follow me around
with CCTV, but
these are not my monsters,
I did not create or provoke them,
I have no desire to force democracy on the unwilling,
or capitalism on the moral,
and I will not force them to live like us. God forbid.
You say they are a risk to me, well perhaps that is true
but it is because of your actions, not mine, that they feel this way
and experience shows that in my life,
I have been hurt more often,
by people who look and think like you do,
than by them.
You think I want to be
retinally scanned, facially measured,
and found wanting,
unable to fit into your plastic-fantastic world
and the pigeonhole you have genetically prescribed me?
Sorry.
If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not.
I would rather have the natural world I was born to inhabit,
unpoisoned and valued infinitely,
where greed and corruption do not rule
and governments do not impose falsity as truth.
And if I’d lose a few luxuries… well, boo hoo.
So, I need your protection, do I?
Well, forgive me if I prefer to believe
that it is you,
whom I need protection from,
for you are the ones
who spent the money I worked for
on bigger and bigger guns instead of food for hungry people,
You dropped the mushroom bombs
on living humans and thought it was good.
That really wasn’t me.
I never bought a nuke online.
Look in my shed. See for yourselves.
Can you say the same?
So who exactly is the bad guy?
You want to do what exactly?
Take me away and vaccinate me?
Oh I see, you want to protect me against a disease
that probably exists because of the way
you fuck with nature and expect it not to pay you back.
But you see, I still respect nature, even if you don’t.
I always understood that your greed would bring consequences,
that keeping animals crammed like tin soldiers in a box
aligned side by side, miserable, ailing and dying in spirit,
would not be healthy for the food chain.
I always knew, that fishing with bigger and bigger nets,
would one day mean there were only little fish left.
It was never a mystery to me, why the world started to fail
We did it. You and me. Are they going to lock you up too?
I didn’t think so….
A new Flu you say?
Very dangerous. Well, aren’t they all?
Thing is, I suspect that you guys probably cooked it up
in some laboratory that my taxes paid for
but which I never sanctioned
because people like you think you can take my money
and do whatever you want to.
Like everything else, your magic,
is just another scam I refuse to fall for.
So that’s okay thanks.
I’ll risk it.
If it’s all the same to you,
I’d rather stay well away
from the mercury in your cure
and the formaldehyde in your kill.
I’m pretty sure you believe your own bullshit
but I don’t.
So thanks for passing by. But I’m going back to bed now
unless of course, you decide to shoot me,
in which case, close the door on your way out.
Lest We Forget
11.11.11
Lest We Forget by Carey Lenehan
Here they stand, poppy breasted, silent
heads bowed in ritual
To remember a generation
lost to politicking, lunacy,
rhetoric, lies,
and the ravenous military leviathon
called War.
A million and more, bright potentials,
Blown to kingdoms come and and gone,
forever scorched, sundered, lost, forgotten,
beneath the poppy fields,
while the bomb makers grew fat
and bought Bentleys.
All those futures,
Ripped, shredded and eliminated,
survivors driven to the edge of their own
and our, humanity
lives forever blighted
by the dismal industry of death
that is War.
Lest we forget, so here we stand,
Empty headed, full of regret
but still ready and willing
to commit a fresh generation to the inferno,
in ways ever more gruesome
and eternally dishonest.
So fear not our lost generation
for we are sending another to keep you company,
a wide-eyed, trusting youth
who do not remember the suffering
only the glory of which they want a share
and so the warmongers shall upgrade
to Bugattis
Lest we forget.
RIP Michael Jackson
The last crotchgrab done
The final incisions closed,
on a life of extremes
There is no doubt
that you were
off the wall
and
as barmy
as a bagful of badgers
but
unlike the white boys
who copied you
at least you really could dance.
What a shame then
that you couldn’t find peace
within your own skin
and know
you were not alone
and that
it would always have been okay
to just be yourself.
your unhappy and changing face
or suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageously low
self esteem
which made you
cut
yourself
off from a world
that wouldn’t leave you alone
because,
honestly,
most people thought
it would be pretty cool
to live in Neverland
even if the media
always seemed
to be giving you a hard time.
So now it is you
who is gone too soon
although some might say
you’ve already
been gone awhile.
about you sleeping in a glass coffin
and touching up little boys
I think in general
you did more good than harm
and deserved
better press
So beat it then,
you smooth criminal
who helped many people
make that change,
but who didn’t
heal the world
and even if there was
less thriller in you
than there should have been
for the last twenty years
The world will still tap feet
come together
and rock with you
for evermore
Moonwalk your way
to a better place.
It’s probably for the best
that you never grew up,
that you could be remembered
for what you were
and not what you
would have become.
I’m sorry about
the way we made you feel
but at least now
you will stay
the little boy who
blamed it on the boogie
and rocked our world
who need scream no more
for at least
the endless pain
of your difficult reality
is over now,
whilst for the rest of us
the beat goes on….
The Great British Government Expenses Fraud
British Chancellor of the Exchequer, Alistair Maclean Darling, a politician with a name so ill-fitting you wonder how anyone ever took him seriously and if that might be the reason why he seems so driven to condescend, has repaid his immoral expenses claim but will face no charges because ‘he didn’t really do anything wrong’.
So, why pay it back? If the rules said he could have it, what’s the problem?
After all, it was only a few hundred pounds, nothing much, barely a microbe in the pond where cleaning your moat or damp-proofing your boyfriend’s house for thousands was also ‘within the rules’, but it is still a sad indictment of the kind of people we elect to represent us, and although he is the most high profile, he is still just one in a myriad of venerable souls who all thought that they were above standard definitions of morality and entitled to fiddle the public purse as they pleased.
Dozens of them.
All elected and paid for by the average British working taxpayer.
Benefit fraud….? I suspect we’ll never know but it looks that way from where I’m standing… Outrageous? No doubt. Unacceptable? Well… you would have thought so, wouldn’t you?
Except that we will accept it, we will swallow it down like a hunk of rotting beef rather than go hungry or take action to find fresh, uncorrupted meat for the future.
After all, deep down, if ever we get the chance, wouldn’t we all do the same thing? Aren’t the trappings of wealth what we should all be aspiring too? The moat, the bespoke duckhouse, the gilt monogrammed well cover…. aren’t these all things that everyone who is rich should have?
So why don’t we all have them?
Why are we still living in a world of can-have-will-haves and can’t-haves?
What went wrong with the ‘trickle down’ economics about which we were all so optimistic/dubious, but also powerless to prevent?
Sadly I’m forced, once again, to wonder just how many of the world’s outwardly respectable leadership are no more than petty thieves and liars troughing at the bucket for anything they can get, damn their principles and their constituent voters.
After all, we, the masses, are simply too stupid, too easily led, to blind and too deluded by wealth to expect better, aren’t we?
Perhaps it’s time we read the barn wall and realised that the writing up there has changed. The sheep might bleat, ‘four legs good, two legs better’, but they would be wrong, a pig is still a pig no matter how much single malt it drinks….
All our hopes for a world built on integrity and excellence slip further into the capitalist mire by the day. One can only shrug one’s shoulders and wonder if there is anyone left to blame…..
Trickle Down Blame in the Church of the Poisoned Kind by Carey Lenehan
In the midst of ephemeral recession,
each must ask themselves why….
why is how,
for against better reason, one thing is clear;
It is we, the working classes who,
with exquisite mediocrity,
during the rampant rule of
triumphant exploitative principle,
fail to grasp the generous opportunity afforded us
by the wealthy,
to improve our impoverishment
and catch the trickles we were fed
when wealth became too great,
for the rich to hold in their hands.
Had we worked harder,
sold our souls more readily,
cast aside morality
and valued wealth over life,
as they have so long done,
some paltry portion of their richesse
would have come to us
as a faltering drip,
like phlegm from a hayfevered nose,
a taste of the other,
a glimpse of utopia,
flat screen TV’s,
greener grass to gaze at and wish fervently for
but
because value has so corrupted
and in these days of quantitive easing,
where 1 + 1 equals 5,
on a derivative scale,
instead of trickled down wealth,
we have only to receive
the trickled down blame
from the venerable sermonisers
of the Church of the Poisoned Kind.
Bank Bosses Are Criminals
After the attack on the home of the former RBS Chairmen in Edinburgh by a group calling itself ‘Bank Bosses Are Criminals’ are we seeing the start of a violent backlash against the greedy instigators of our world’s demise?
AIG bonus benefitters have been sending back handfuls of cash, some of them, quite possibly in fear for their lives and the safety of their families after a US newspaper published addresses of the homes of several who had received government bailout money in retention bonus form.
When the system promotes usury, there is always payback. Until we design an economy based on a fair return for a fair exchange and governments are forced by law to be utterly transparent and accountable, we will not be able to stop the money men from stealing our earnings. It’s time to stop accepting the staus quo and demand a better economic system for the future.
Bailout Busters
by Carey Lenehan
Infatuated with the tangled twine of ancient embezzlement,
moribund in extremity, and gushing in their excuses
the orotund wastrels of frippery, who value only excess,
rest apprehended in the process of meaningless extraction,
count their shrinking waistlines
and ruminate on their profuse gluttony
Across the spooked cities of a shrinking world,
the masses, in excessive harmony,
befuddled by hypnotic politispeak
and seeking symphonies of revenge,
watch mesmerised in eerie silence
as pinstripe suited actuaries
draw immoral lines between prosperity
and its muddled brother, greed.
The Obama Deception
I’ve just finished watching the new Alex Jones film, ‘The Obama Deception’. You can find it readily on the web.
It’s probably interesting to those who knew nothing about the Bilderbergers, the Trilateral Commission or the CFR, or who still remain uninformed about the extent to which international bankers are manipulating politics globally, or who can’t see for themselves the connections to Wall Street and long-term corruption issues afflicting most of the new White House appointees, but it is also true to say that there’s nothing particularly new being said in the film.
However, I suppose if a thousand previously uninformed people watch it and educate themselves, then it’s probably been worth the effort, although there appears to me to be, even for Alex Jones, a marked lack of balance or factual verification in the movie, so even the convinced might get tired half way through. Anyone who has already been informing themselves over the last five years (most of AJ’s Truthers would be in this category) will not find anything surprising or new here.
Alex Jones reminds me of a character in Stephen King’s apocalyptical novel ‘The Stand’. Anyone who’s read it will identify. Alex Jones is ‘The Monster Shouter’, the crazy survivor in his underpants running the streets with a placard shouting ‘The Monsters are Coming, The Monsters are Coming!’ in the midst of the worst disaster ever to affect the USA. Ironically, with his very shouting, the Monster shouter made monsters out of a bunch of other survivors who beat him to death with his own placard. Watch out Alex.
We can and should accept that the world has been stitched up when we weren’t looking by a bunch of bankers, principally those surrounding JP Morgan, Rothschild and the Rockefellers. The Fedman Sachs Reserve and it’s ex-employees are still running things, only now they are running them into a cess pit for their own ends. I’ve known this for a long time now and am largely unsurprised by the turn of current world events. It means that it is also no real surprise to see which of the big institutions are surviving this, clearly manufactured, credit catastrophe. They are those on the right side of the MRR fence. Citigroup, AIG, Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs and anyone who has been in bed with them in an intimate and mutually beneficial way. Game players in fact. It’s been orchestrated for a long time. It was only really a matter of ‘when’.
There’s no shortage of analysts since the Thatcher/Reagan/Bush 1 days who were clearly saying where the financial bubble was headed and what would happen at the end of it. Consequent de-regulation allowed them to put us where we are and gave them the freedom to create for themselves a phenomenal amount of false wealth. No surprises here then. Unless you were in a coma for the last twenty years…. oh, sorry, you were…..
All the suckers who took out mortgages over these last ten years who couldn’t afford it, should have known that it was bullshit, that the money neither existed or was owed. Doesn’t matter if it was US or UK subprime market or all these dodgy financial products that suddenly had Joe Public thinking about getting rich quick. Every single one of them had the integrity of a Madoff Ponzi scheme. Every man, woman and their dog jumped on the chance to get rich for nothing through property and investments. I could see that they were all going to get burned and they did, friends, family and complete strangers alike. It’s the reason I have no mortgage on my property and live in a country where financial products are fiercely regulated so that the population are never bankrupted except by the State! Good or bad, it means we aren’t as fucked up in France as the rest of you are. Friends I left behind in the UK and a whole world of others chose to believe it would not happen to them and through greed they got stupid.
So now our eyes are open. The ten commandments are starting to make sense. Our mother’s wisdom that you can’t get something for nothing seems incredibly profound. It’s important not to look away. The shadow men are very much out in the open today which is mostly thanks to people like Alex Jones and brings us to something of an axis point. If we let them be comfortable there, they will shrug off their cowls and stay, openly flaunting their ownership of the world and subjugating the population to serve them. If we make life hard for them, however, then perhaps we have the first chance since forever to dethrone them. If Alex Jones is useful in showing the uninformed who exactly runs the planet, then that has to be a good thing, although I suspect that neither he nor a anyone else can or will do anything about it until its way too late. History bears this out also.
The Cost of Going Green
The Cost of Going Green by Carey Lenehan
Who bears the cost of the world ‘going Green’?
When saving the future might inconvene
Our freedom to travel, to consume to extreme,
to create and discard plastic waste by the yard?
Or slavishly poison our life-giving seas?
Who pays to be Green? You, ‘them’ or Me?,
If the cost is in jobs and our prosperity?
When politics sells its integrity
To corporate, capitalist, inherent greed?
So we increase our wealth at the price of our health?
and trade the clean air that we need.
Who pays for the cost of a million lives lost,
or cities of starving, who shoulders that cost?
Does OPEC accept that it owes us a debt
For the millions and millions and millions and millions, and millions and millions….
Of dollars its made for itself. At what cost?
Why seek to reduce all this energy use
When for fifty years now, we’ve all had it so good
When we might have to pay a bit more for our food
Go by foot or by bike when we’re not in the mood?
With lives counted cheaper than Shares on the Ether,
Is it too much to ask if we would?
Who gives up on gain to save dry Spanish plains
from a future of droughts or earth-stripping rains?
Who’ll rescue the Arctic, all melted away
Or the snows of Mont Blanc, now renamed ‘Mont Grey’?
Just be rich and well fed, when the planet is dead
All of our debts will remain
As long as we count our wealth in amounts,
Sell our souls for flash cars and fat credit accounts
Keep our heating turned up and don’t voice our doubts
Ignoring the warnings and cyclonic stormings
We can go on believing this wealth we are stealing
Will save us from Globally warming.
So here’s to those a-holes with prosperous goals
Pump out your tarpits and dig up your coal
Make yourselves fortunes and trade-in your souls
For flat-screens TV’s, for cars with AC,
For a life built on excess, on envy and greed
Just live, do not think, bring the world to the brink
And the balance of life to its knees.
A World of Hungry Caterpillars
The greedy men are eating the world,
one bite at a time,
chomp, chomp, chomp,
like a horde of Very Hungry Caterpillars
who can never get enough,
watch them go
through the book of the world,
where every page
now has a bigger hole.
They have demolished liberty,
polished off equality
and are making their way through morality,
soon the earth will be hollow,
sucked out and wasted away,
the forests will be destitute,
the seas will be bankrupt
and even the air,
will be in debt
to the Fed Reserve
and Goldman Sachs
The money men are eating the world,
one bite at a time
chomp, chomp, chomp
like a plague of gambling locusts who can never play enough,
Russian roulette,
they have chewed up justice,
regurgitated honesty
and with their unsustainable appetites,
soon the living forests will be consumed,
the rocky mountains masticated,
the riverbeds sucked dry
and all those hatching, multicoloured butterflies
will have nothing to left to eat.
The insatiable bankers are stealing the world,
robbing the fields of oil,
selling the deserts to the deepest digger,
short-trading the oceans,
disembowelling the forests
and when they are done,
all those gilded butterflies with nothing left to eat
will dry out their wings beneath an unrelenting sun
take to the sky
and find other worlds to devour
