The Establishment
The establishment is in control
With Johnson at the helm
Feeding us enough trivia
With which to overwhelm.
Pop muzac and strictly,
Soaps and the latest fashion;
Enough to stop you thinking
Led by influencers lacking passion.
Our heroes have deserted us
For a bit-part in the game.
Wallowing in their mansions
Without a hint of shame.
With shouts of street fighting,
And won’t get fooled again,
They took us to the cleaners
And don’t feel any pain.
The revolution faded quickly –
Always the minority.
They packed away their costumes
And all went home for tea.
The times that we once fought for
Lie blowing in the wind.
Sold back to us with interest
And all its ideals binned.
The establishment has a firm grip,
Distraction is their ploy.
They keep the masses mindless.
Their world is just a toy.
From the brilliance of sharing,
The joys outside the machine
To the callous, selfish self-centredness
Of billionaire Trump the obscene!!
The establishment is back in charge
Wielding conspiracy and lies.
Stifling the opposition
Gagging all the wise.
The sheep are in a stupor,
Propaganda has them hooked.
As long as they are narcotised
It can all be overlooked.
24.9.2021
I was thinking about the sixties rebellion, the optimism, sharing and love. We were after building a world more caring.
We made the mistake of placing our ideals in the hands of musicians – never the most intelligent or wise.
We were naïve and idealistic and easy meat. They bought us off and sold us.
They were rattled but now they’re firmly in control.
Women’s rights, the environment, civil rights and equality. Respect, peace and love.
All empty words.
The sixties is now Carnaby Street, fashion and psuedohippies.