This, in fact, is a series of video scripts that I put up on youtube after writing “Burn Down The Children’s Playground”.
Each verse independant from the next but all with the same theme – the instable world that our children and grandchildren are inheriting.
I’ve never been sure about metering my poems, nor when a line should rhyme or not. That is evident in this series, the style of which I would label, “Anarchistic Poetry”.
K Será
K-Será Preamble
The real clock, goes tickety-tock.
not Instagram nor Tik-Tok!
And the digital clock,
stays cool,
he’s no fool,
he just shows the time
with reason and rhyme,
and time will tell.
if it’s heaven or hell…
will our kids be well?
Hey man, it’s you!
I’m talking to!
you, you just do…
Nothing! nothing at all.
Yet Earth for All
can stop the fall.
part 1
Don’t go there!
don’t scare!
Think elsewhere.
The future comes on its own!
when your kids are all grown
when they fear the drone,
feel all alone,
with the mess that you left
they sit now bereft
of a democratic left
in fear of facist rulers
and justice abusers
your kids are the losers.
part 2
Climate change.
out of range.
it’s strange.
that we do nothing at all.
yet we apall.
at sundry and all..
late trains.
blocked drains.
no profit gains.
Use your fucking brains!
No one complains.
when the rains,
and wildfires never dwanes.
no one sees the dark,
a need for an arch,
to keep our park,
green and clean.
part 3
right wing surges.
we sing dirges.
but no one urges.
We complain about daily things.
whilst, Putin’s bomb stings.
and kills and rings,
out warnings to democracy.
It is lunacy.
don’t you see?
The thin end of the wedge.
so we must pledge.
not to fall off the edge.
It won’t happen to you and me.
The kids’ll suffer you’ll see.
when we’re far too old, to plea.
part 4
Migrants are not evil.
but like the boll weevil!
Because our lands, need reprieval.
We’ve been overloaded.
because we eroded.
their lands in the first place.
we started this human race.
to find security.
because of our impurity.
when we colonised their lands.
took it out of their hands.
now, rightfully, they have their demands.
Had we looked after them in their own home.
they’d had no reason to roam.
Poverty would’ve not affected millions
they should never have been our minions.
part 5
At home the classes split,
middle classes submit,
to the prices hit,
and get poorer every day.
The poor, too, have no way,
to keep heads above water.
We slaughter.
their way to survive.
How can they stay alive?
When the rich just thrive.
part 6
Make a five year plan,
and the politician’s “the man”.
but how can,
our children’s world be fine,
when we confine,
and resign.
We need to define,
the real bottom line.
Do nothing for the future of kids!
Then watch, as the world skids,
into disorder and oppression.
Yet, our only possession,
life on planet earth.
Is for our kids a dearth,
of priviledge!
they’ll live, on the edge.
part 7
We want democracy to work.
so why do we shirk?
our own obligation,
to look after our nation.
Opposition run down the elected,
before they have even erected,
a new law or bill.
And at will.
The media attack,
loöking for any crack.
But the people listen to this stupidity.
Is overlooking the real problem hereditary?
People complain about many little things.
Ignoring the world as it swings,
into an orbit of war, crime and hate.
Yet they just wait.
For the film to start.
The news, it seems, is just another art,
not real, not worthy of thought.
Hey man, you’ve just been bought!
part 8
Our children, and grandkids too,
are the unfortunate few,
who must suffer their inheritance.
It was our arrogance,
that made climate dance,
and capitalism prance,
all over the planet.
We, the greedy gannet,
never listened to nature.
Never fought against “I hate ya”,
Never did enough…
For the kids, that’s just tough.
Copyright © 01.06.2023 – Kevin Mahoney