A bloody terrorist situation, don’t let a good crisis go to waste!
Place the blame on all and sundry, hide the trails with clumsy haste.
More police, more laws, more State control? A neoliberal’s wet-fuckin’ dream!
A manufactured National “problem”, a final solution for a Satanic scheme.
A warning to the unwashed masses: You deserve the leaders you elect!
You’re all so busy assisting your jailers, helping the hangmen who’ll break/snap your necks.
Be careful what you wish for; for your wishes may come true!
Keep ’em scared, keep ’em anxious, make-the-plebs-plead for (more) “protection”.
Just like the fatted Christmas turkeys, they’ll-end-up-looking wide-eyed down the barrel of a gun.
Armoured-police, fascist laws, State control, livin’ the American fuckin’ dream.
The echoes of vanished protesting voices; how prophetic their omens now all seem.
There’s none so blind as those who will not see, eyes (and ears) tightly shut.
Badly schooled, but well conditioned, their life’s (always) been kept in an unplumbed rut.
But the deepest of dreams, the longest of comas, can be abruptly interrupted.
Open those sleepy eyes. Surprise-surprise! Look around at the venal and corrupt.
©18.1.2016 Andrew Robert Chapman