Karma
I’m hiding in the madhouse,
With the mad monkeys.
They’re all running wild
And I’ve lost my keys.
There must be some way out of here!
I yell through the window.
Looking out forlornly
At the beauty below.
The savage chimps
In charge of the arsenal
Have a nuclear trigger
To threaten us all.
They’re a paranoid bunch
Of vicious apes
And from this madhouse
There’s been no escapes.
What did I do
To end up in here?
The place of violence,
Torture and fear?
They’ve turned the set on
I gotta go
They’re feeding us a dose
Of the reality show.
They like to keep us quiet
As they rant and yell.
Feed us sedatives
So we don’t rebel.
I’m hiding in the madhouse
Down on my knees.
I’m getting desperate
Scrabbling for my keys!
Opher – 25.9.2022
I think this one has to be said out loud.
This planet has turned into a cross between a rubbish dump and a war zone. Everybody is threatened. We’re all abused.
Who turned these mad monkeys loose?
They dope us up on trivial game shows, alcohol and rings through our nose.
They’ve commercialised rebellion.
We’re fed our daily dose of propaganda, told what to think and how to act.
They create enemies of friends. Torture anyone who protests and strut around in their Hi-Vis dress.
The thing is – I don’t really believe in Karma.