Stars and Stripes

Hoodwinked by the stars in the eyes of the ‘American Dream’

Sleep-walking, through the ‘Red Stripe’ and the ‘Lucky Strike’

And the killing-fields of green

Stained with the invisible blood of Mother’s sons, now laid to rest

Faceless soldiers who fought their damnedest

Now planted like seeds at regular intervals

With line after line and row upon row

Of manicured headstones for hundreds and thousands of silent dead heroes

Like white marble stripes on the red and blue flag of ‘capitalist consumerism’

Who died in their country’s pursuit of ‘world supremacism’

Where oil and beef and the arms industries are ‘king’

And the multiplicity of the dollar $ign is everything, ch-ching!

Seen through the myopic blinkered lens of tunnel vision

Which honours the rights of the man-made corporation

Over and above those of the individual or the community

Completely disregarding compassion, union and ecological sustainability

In preference of a quarterly profit-margin

Somehow we became removed from the ‘natural world’, with an absence of humility

A ‘breed apart’, the needy, greedy, self-important human

With no choice now but to career full-steam ahead towards chaos and rumination

Though maybe, just maybe, we still can ‘save-the-day’ through a reclamation

Of Self-Love, equality, and a natural heart-connection

Together now let us pray, for sweet Love’s healing salvation

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‘Stars and Stripes’ was inspired by a series of art works called: ‘State of the Union’ by Hans Haacke who was recently interviewed at an event entitled: ‘Gift Horse’ at the ICA following the unveiling of his new sculpture commissioned for the fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square.

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Smart City

 

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Today’s smart city

Is where training and education

Stopped being about following

Ones true vocation

And somehow became all about conditioning

Schooled to become another brick in the wall

Another cog in the machine

Drilled in

From such an early age it manifests as the new religion

Where each new emerging generation

Shops til they drop

Til they’re so far in debt

They become trapped in a prison

Of desire and consumerism

Seduced by product placement and subliminal advertising

Victim of a society built upon capitalism

No escape

Do not pass ‘Go’

Do not collect ‘£200’

Do not buy a hotel, (let alone ones own house)

In fact go straight to jail

Caged like a wild animal in a zoo

That ate the bait

Who swallowed the smart-sim pill

Herded along

With all the other must do’s and should have done’s

On the road to ‘Blandsville’, in downtown ‘Homogenisation’

Complete abdication

Of ones ability to think for ones-self

From womb to tomb

And into total annihilation

Rubber Sole

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Can one darn the immortal hole

In the sock of experience that chafes the rubber-worn sole

Of the shoe that doesn’t fit

That doth tread the path of uncertainty and risk

Can one re-weave the flimsy fabric

Of a threadbare soul

That doth ponder at the point

Of a heartless commercial world

Can one repair a forlorn and forgotten heart

So ragged and frayed and falling apart

From trying so hard

To love lost and damaged souls

Earth-bound angels

Whom hath but only one wing

To save them from the danger of their self-seduced egos

So ready, eager and willing

To sacrifice themselves and die

In pursuit of a fake western dream

To live a synthetic lie

Indelibly imprinted upon the lids of ones minds-eye

Entombed by in-built expiry