Forty years agoWhen I awoke early And ran down to the messFor early breakfastIt was not to get toClass on timeIt was to get toA pristine newspaper firstNot to the first pageBut to the lastTo the crossword
Big Brother is flying highSoon he’s gonna touch the skyHis ideology has spread far and wideToo late, too late to turn the tideYoung children have become cannon fodderAnd he has become God and GodderSoon he’ll reach the state of Goddest(Will our country then be the oddest?)Seats of learning…
Technology has made us allSuperficially savvyWe can easilyDoctor videos and Nurse quotesCherry-pickingAs we go alongTo keep our bubbles intact
Fascism doesn't arriveGoose-stepping in jackbootsBlaring trumpetsIt insinuates itselfSlowly, stealthily, silentlyIt is a state of mind