I see the nightmares form
In my mind, in the storm
I see the drift from the norm
I fear whats yet unborn
I see it make no sense
I see complete nonsense
The mindless violence
I crave the silence
There's nothing left, I am bereft
A voiceless husk seeking the dusk

The cult of neoliberal must wither and die
Take a look at the world and you can't wonder why

Climate disaster
War everywhere
Wealth grows faster
But more in despair
Cos wealth is only for a select few
And that don't include me
And it don't include you

Global exploitation
Intervene in nations

Kill Capitalism now
Kill Capitalism how
I don't know
But it must go
Into an oblivion before it sends us
On a ride on the apocalypse bus
It's a death cult with a monied god
Ruling all with fiscal rods
Of iron in our minds
Leaving alternative blind
Kill it now
Kill it how
Kill it ere we take a bow

The skies close in
And it's looking kind of grim
For the grey suits
Hiding jack boots
Wanting reboots
To a world that never needed any till they got their hands on it
And now it needs a great reversal of all their sordid shit
The skies close in
And it's feeling kind of grim

World War 3 and genocide
See how they step and glide
In sync with their deep state masters
With how we're fucked, there's no plaster

WW3 and genocide
We didn't want either but hey, that's democracy
People die and die
But we must maintain global autocracy

Welcome to the wasteland
Let me take you by the hand
And walk the grass
Between the cracks
Of the stone slabs of my mind
Welcome to the wasteland
Of blood and bone And sand
Blasted glass
And rusted tacks
And shadows of things left behind

I'm always trying to write a poem from somewhere deep inside.
Emotions that I always feel but seek to bury and hide.
And often that is anger at our society
But there you go, I'm somewhat flawed
But I am always me...