Waiting for civilisation to start,
Beyond contradictions of human heart.
Watch each generation tramp off to war,
Stocked with new bullets, grenades and much more.
Anger and hate instilled deep from day one,
Arguments sorted through barrel of gun.
Stand with sad silent souls in Whitehall rain,
Know this will happen again and again.
Generals, royals, complicit MPs,
Dish out medals to live and dead heroes.
Rewards for inventing smart weaponry,
Pound signs followed on by untold zeros.
Our planet burns whilst we drop more bombs.
Civilisation? Will it ever come?

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom 12th November 2022.

Cops stop car on M25,
Boot full of ropes and climbing gear,
This is how start of end begins,
Social media trawled each day,
Checks on thoughts behind what you say.
Protesters, strikers, greens, left wing,
Now “Enemies of the people.”
Brand new lies, analysis dies,
Gaslighters daily out scapegoats,
Channels carved for new Twitter trolls,
Spaceman shits in Pandora’s box,
Meta rhythms spar with TikToks,
Social now part of spectacle,
Propaganda receptacle.

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom 11th November 2022.