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      HEAL & HOUSE HUMANITY      

HEAL & NURTURE LIFE

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 As Rulers Rich  
sit on thrones
in Offices lavish,
while their Generals
make their plans
the plots are cruel:

And the Right increases Warfare
The Left is cutting Welfare,
as the “me firsters”
spread the crap they utter;
Where dried, cracked or cracking;
Compassion dies in the gutter,
with Warlords obsessed and tugging dumbly,
too blind to Understand,
always attack and counter attacking;
Dare you hear our impassioned demand
of Humility, Healing and Housing
as for Humanity we might be Acting?

“No!”, they say, “We are paid to kill.”

And, “No!”, they say,
“For the Homeless,
forever empty is the till.”

What is it to be “Great”?
What does it mean to be “Great Again“,
if we cannot watch the News
and not complain?
Why do we live the books of Kings,
thousands of years in suffering?
Why flying drones, rockets and planes,
with fear and death do reign?
When countries fight,
rape, murder and maim,
all against us ..

This Global Machine draws Profit
from Tax on workers’ effort
which is mandated by our Rulers
and paid on to Arms producers
with mass-murder the seducer
making self-protection
a good enough reason to kill.
For how long will
this corrosion march toward us?
Where will it end? Whenever endeth it will.

And “No!”, they say, “We are paid to kill.”

Will it end when our Mother,
Bruised and burning, finally
dies, bleeding, folding
‘neath the pain;
a state she no longer can sustain?
Shall we bake to death labouring,
Or be frozen to stop shivering,
no shelter.
Overstressed, without motivation,
one fifth call it
“anxiety” and “depression”,
Will we fail to make it home,
When no Hopes, for us, remain?
“Sign of the times”,
some claim,
“Late capitalism’s to blame”

But, “No!”, we loud proclaim,
“For a 2% proportion,
have psychotic kind of pain.”

Will Erde choke on Roche’s
and DuPont’s Plastic excrement,
Born in Wars’ terrible experiments?
Because Sea Eagles on our beaches,
such beautiful victim creatures,
these birds, they are now dying ..
So many Monarchs
have stopped flying;
Just litter on my coastline,
and too few these things are crying,
My friend

And, “No!”, they say,
“We pay bureaucrats instead
to ignore the demise of fauna,
these days ..”

Or shall we ‘lax in conditioned comfort,
because sadly, we’re all over it.
You see, three men from Kapital called,
life insurance corrupting us all,
while the world outside is dying,
some are throwing a great big joy-in,
connived with Marketing,
Accountancy and lying.

And, “No!”, they say, “We are paid to kill ..”

And “No!”, they say,
“Pirates, Renegades kill to live,

Nay, Pirates, Renegades – they live to kill.”

And, “No!”, they say,
“For Homeless,
none in the till.”

And, “No!”, they say,
“For Life, we don’t care still;

.. and don’t be a bleeding heart.

It has been,
and always shall be,
Survival without that part,
on Dumb, Visionless Missions.”

And now it’s up to you,
how say you:
“Politicians”?

Sing this Corrosion, Sky Pilot.

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