In a world of people
People – poets – spill out their words
People – protesters – spill onto the street
Busby-headed guards stand there – nice and neat
Buses queue one behind the other
Which one is for you – as you diligently seek?
Society at large creates the common view
Some go astray in alcohol – intellectually askew
The common proletariat retreat to the dining room
Sunday lunch without fail – to consume
Those inbred digesters – give time to the TV screen
Big part of their lives – another drama or
Documentary scene
Over-indulgence and mass clickety-click
Anything at all to distract
Ten minute study – now move on
Some puff cigarettes still
Others as a result swallow their pill
Killing-off cancer if cancer doesn’t kill
“What’s next?” the decorator asks his boss
“Go upstairs and move the wardrobe
When you finish painting that wall
You can give the wife a call”
“Fine” says the decorator failing to know
That he will spill a full tin of paint
his second in a row
He’s having a bad week
Tries to compensate
by not crying over spilt paint
Back to society at large
Many go to and fro
Like men with umbrellas
In Magritte’s sky
Many lose their job forcing themselves to think:
What does it matter anyhow?
“I was made for something better than this”
But no compensation when all goes amiss
And into the canyon go the heroes and villains
Breaking windows randomly
And applauded by their gang
Mindless denial of normality
Susceptible to the easy influence
Many can’t separate good from evil
And in the midst of the upheaval
Suddenly run out of steam
And saunter back to the back streets
And what of the here and now
What say ye?
What have you chosen and what is your buzz?
Are you studiously disgusted like the rest of uz?
Corporate power-plays
Play-out their aspirations
Selling the world-over – to all nations
Through times of trouble
And more besides
The world of people that can’t decide
We are all the same – but individuals still
Stopping for a break and a random think
Many have ‘had it’ and kick up a stink
“Where’s it all going to?”
One man asks – stepping out of the shadow
In which he basks
Now he is in the
Sunlight – in the fresh-air and right up to date
Waiting for the pandemic to dissipate
Back in the old routine
It would or might seem
In the world of people –
People dream
Some scream – they know what you mean
When you tell them things are uneven
Even Steven has to stop making movies
