Death of The American Dream
by Carey Lenehan
Well, Hell, America!
What did you expect?
Did you really think things would be any different,
just because,
you backed a horse of a different colour,
because it said it would change,
the Unchangeable,
because you were promised, a status flux,
because it said, we can,
when it really meant to leave
the rest of you at the door?
What did you expect?
That prejudice would disappear
and find unity stabled in its place?
Really?
Did you think that the truth would out,
that the power-mongers would relinquish
their uranium grasp
and give the world back to you
on the heels of a fresh contender?
Did you?
No, I don’t think you did.
I think you all knew that,
what was started
could not be stopped by a change of bloodline,
that the greedy
had already stripped the meat off the bones
leaving a clacking, skeletal America
dancing frenzied,
all the way to the banks.
I think you saw
that relentless corruption
had murdered the American Dream
and become an irrevocable torrent
that would only overwhelm and submerge your lives
in an ocean of indebtedness
for a hundred years.
Not even Man O’ War could’ve beaten those odds
or overcome that handicap.
Here you are, America,
at the end of the road of opportunity
and self-fulfilment,
brought down by the rapacious appetite
of uncontrollable capitalism.
So tell me, how’d that work out for you?
And when you vote for the next horse,
don’t expect earnest promises
to change much about your falling society
because,
Only YOU can do that.
Like this:
Temporal Displacement Syndrome
by Carey Lenehan
Was I born at the wrong time,
unwanted, ill-fitting and out of place as I am,
in a world that doesn’t get me and which
I simply don’t understand,
Where death and cruelty stalk unchecked and I,
emotionally bludgened by endless injustice,
scream soundlessly,
surrounded by a herd
with such different ideas,
consistently flocking the other way
whilst I stay,
perplexed, on the open plain,
watching them go and wondering
why they want to?
Was I born too early,
meant instead for some distant era in the far future,
to a world grown well beyond the age of true enlightenment,
when peace is actuality
and common sense of the logical kind
is at last harnessed to a shining morality
of second nature to all, no matter
what colour their skin or shape their bible,
when respect for ALL life is a given,
and malice once and for ever banished from our
Oh so human hearts?
Because to me, anything but this belongs only
to a barbarous species
of which I want no part.
Was I born too late,
meant instead for a time of chivalry and valour
when the Gods and half Gods drew their places in history
on the edge of a sword blade,
eye to eye,
face to face,
not covertly through a long distance sight,
killing reduced to recoil
by dispassionless cowards incapable
of honest courage,
merely drone killers for a soulless elite
delivering death from the shadows
no longer heroes lining up
for an honest battlefield?
I dream of a time of real equality
with no differentiation between X and Y,
no rules seperating rich from poor that do not give
equal penalties and rewards to all.
Where starving children are a historical horror,
when profiteering and abject greed are no longer
our primary goal
When champions do not aspire
to base desires of material enrichment
but work towards the common good, unfailingly.
When we all do.
This is the world I was meant for.
Was I born at the wrong time?
Were you?
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.
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
Kiss My Shoes Mr Bush by Carey Lenehan
See these shoes, Mr Bush,
these worn brown loafers
I hurl
with disdain,
at your head?
They represent how I feel about you,
about your self-induced war against me
and my kind.
In throwing them,
I spit on your lies
and the all encompassing arrogance
with which you rob us
of our right to govern ourselves
as we choose.
See these shoes, Mr Bush?
I want to walk in these shoes,
across the military arena
of your face
but only
once I have walked long and far
through the shattered streets of Baghdad
and covered the soles of these shoes
in the blood, shit and death
which is all that is left there
With these shoes,
I want to stamp out the stain
of your Presidency,
pound, curse, rub your dust
into the unkind ground
of the sterile Eden you created
and contracted out to your friends
Where once Gods walked
now the Empress of time lies ruined,
raped, crucified and prostrate
before your God called Greed
See these shoes Mr Bush?
In these shoes
I have followed your path of chaos
around the globe.
Everywhere your hand has touched,
lives are ruined
Every story you make up
to keep
the sheep
asleep,
takes peace and freedom from others
and crushes them
beneath American jackboots.
In these shoes,
I have lost friends, relatives
faith and hope
following the tangled web of lies you spew
of Al Quaida, of Bin Laden, and how Iraq
is just part of the problem
you were ordained to solve
In these shoes Mr Bush,
I listen to the way you change the words of peace
and turn them into threats
how you label every A-Rab a raghead
without knowing how our histories are shared
how our religions mirror each other
and how much more I believe, than you do
See these shoes Mr Bush
Inschallah, the next pair may well
blow up in your face
and we will be able to wipe you up
as I have wiped up children, parents,
daughters and sons
from the streets of my world,
in a war, created by you
to enrich yourself further
while impoverishing them
These shoes cost me much,
and I shall lose much more in the throwing
But what you don’t see, is how much I gain,
for, where I come from,
this demonstrates
that I think less of you
than the dirt beneath my feet.
For you have borne us into a world of pain
and we shall be a long time
in the suffering
See these shoes Mr Bush?
Keep them.
Start walking.
