i. Sun
I remember. The enchanted English walled Days of summer air and nights The capricious dance of lavenders and Made more 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun Nowhere better. But in England, although nothing really changes, the weather does...
ii. The
The stops us The always did The took more lives than Uranium Than Pandemonium...
The thunder The heavy of the monster... Come to break the heavy Come to silence all the singing Tearing up the sky like White-welding through dark steel of And the release of the sudden
The gold us The always did The gold took more lives than Plutonium. Pandemonium. The Gold!
Jet and demolition And the rain Like a lost child
The roads are travelled by promises of peace And choose not to go The f e a r looks like It did I see them waiting, On the borders in mist Or lost to the world in their upturned be free or I'll die trying to be to BE.
iii. Lives
I see myself in The at the borders Waiting to exist Brothers, sisters, sons and our so-called golden streets Running demolished lives Into
The "haves" and the "have nothings" The and rejected We can't keep them in We can't letting them in?
The gold us The gold did The gold took more than Uranium Polonium. Pandemonium.
And as I stand here why A man on a smartphone Falls my pocket from the sky Modern Everything is everywhere .'know I mean? Handy. And obscene.
iv. F E A R
F E A R is everywhere the patio Under the hard-earned and paid-for home Cushions, candles and the lawn Mowing to the beat and the of the coming storm
We all about the wars that are raging All the millions who just see There's so more that binds us than divides us But our f e a r it the papers stir it The colours of the flag we Were and become blood red again
And the all say they hear voices God tells them to do The wars are all about They always And the money's dressed up in And it's not showing off, the money's hiding.
Something is inside me... It ready, but already... I'm harder to live with Becoming harder to live You say I'm becoming to live with I'm becoming harder to live But you can't see into my You see into my head You can't see my head
No, you see into my head.
And the are full of weapons That slide by in the all covered in yellow mud Pass you on the As you drive by with the and the buckets and spades Days.
v. The of Apes
in the air Brimstone in the deeply of it The wind is carrying the The is muttering the names The in my garden ring like keys To all the doors.
We are the of apes, not angels But only we are gifted with the to see On days without f e a r, our heads are clear angels, we could be.