FILTHY

I

Avatars of hypocrisy

And corrupted souls

Buildings and signage

Hurling abuses

And disrupting the axioms

Of civilization

The white collars

And suits and ties

In their shallow boots

Sculpting a false reality

And waiting for unimaginable

Shadow to be unveiled

The children of society

Molded in F tv clothes

And banging to the

Dead music without

Knowing the pretence,

Leave alone the meaning

II

For it’s not guns but money

Not mortars but politics

Not grenades but education

And today’s amended ethos

From mothers to daughters

And from fathers to sons

The never ending distance

Between loved ones

And the new god sitting

On the leather couch

Watching dead commercials

And exploiting humanity

And industries and corporates

Appeasing through

Visual obscenities and

Warming the air we breathe

And the water we drink

And the leaders of men

With no resolution

Sit to sort the global problems

With red & white wines

And bureaucracy making

Policy

For the man on the

Street with a poor

Wife and a poor kid

Begging for mercy from

Skeletons inside their

Mercedes

Reading the daily

And concerned about

Poverty

All that is filthy