I wonder if I saw God
Would I recognize him in a crowd,
I wonder if I saw him there
Would he in fact recognise me,
I wonder what this place would be.
Would it be heaven or somewhere else
I imagine if we actually met would it be a suprise,
Or would it be like a familiar meeting
Like we are two long lost friends,
Or would it be like two antagonists
Failing to agree on things,
I wonder what it would be like if I and God were to meet.
Life work balance has been lost
And it is to our personal cost
We slave to earn a pittance of pay
Working longer hours every day
Trying to make every end meet
So tired, we’re dead on our feet
It makes our misery complete
Our suffering is wholly replete.
They say always stay aspirational
Never look down always look up,
But all I see a glass ceiling
Made of reinforced glass construct,
They say stay positive while you’re being held down
Scaping up the scraps from the rich tables
As they trickle down to the ground,
It’s always those not in poverty
That see the chances we don’t see,
Because they have the luxury of a life more easy,
Whereas we have the struggle of striving to survive
We do what we can but when do we get the time?
Usually we’re too exhausted in body and mind
From the daily servile grind,
That we need to partake in, to pay the bills
Our life is so basic, there’s no fucking frills,
Slaving in the workhouse and the dark satanic mills,
Run by the rich who exploit us still,
I got the inspiration and I got the will,
But to be honest, of this life and society I’ve had my fill.
Live and let live is what I say
You can be who you want to be everyday,
But does that mean putting yourself on display
And if you do, why are you so surprised,
When people notice you, which surely is the point
And if they see how you display yourself and choose to disagree,
Why unleash upon them, your anger and fury
For having a set of different ideals and beliefs,
After all tolerance works both ways.
I am what I choose to be but don’t need to say to all
Oh, look at me, please I insist approve of me,
And don’t dare careless or say something I don’t like
We’re all entitled to safe spaces,
Trans men can’t expect to decide one day to be this way
Then the next day to choose to invade,
What has always been a female place
We get you feel like a woman,
But they don’t know if it’s a strategy you’re using
To enter an area designed for women,
It takes longer to prove your change is genuine
For to long women have been the victim of men,
And their abusive, cunning, predatory ways
And if you are truly of female you’ll understand the things I say,
And stop attacking women who say the same
Trans must respect safe spaces,
And not expect to enter all these places.
Days can be so hard some day’s
Like when you wake up from a fitful sleep,
Worrying what the new day will bring
With all the weight of expectation,
The pressures of work and at home
Leaves us struggling and can make us feel alone,
Sometimes you can feel like you’re drowning
Suffocating and struggling to catch a breath,
It’s a case of going into a dark room
And lock yourself away from life and impending doom,
Of course it’s not really that bad
But when you find yourself in the eye of the storm,
It can absolutely feel this way
Pressures from every angle everyday,
Baring down on you and it just won’t go away.
When people tell you that you can’t do something
That’s the time to believe you can,
For there is nothing, that with determination,
We cannot truly achieve
Through learning and through dedication,
Through practice and through perseverance
We can adapt and become and do all that we want,
Even in the face of others defiance,
Don’t be told and don’t be dissuaded
Don’t be told your not good enough or not able,
Keep going, keep trying and never give up
And you can achieve what you desire with a combination,
Of belief, hard work and a little or a lot of luck.
I remember back in the days where families were tight
Used to meet up and reunite
Now families are fractured and barely see each other
Be it cousins, aunts and uncles, even sisters and brothers,
Divided by so many things, like politics, money or faith
The United family has broken in many different ways,
And this is not a good thing it’s sad to say
Families have become dysfunctional in their display,
Where once they would help each other up now
They compete against each other,
Material possessions, money, politics, envy and greed
Are just some of the reasons that bring families to their knees.
Was it just me or when I was young were Christmases always white,
I remember waking up and going down stairs, to start the coal fire we had,
Boy, it was cold in the morning until we got it fired up and roaring,
No central heating back then, you went to bed and got up cold but that was how it was,
It never caused me to get sick and I think we were all hardened to it,
Thick sheets and covers on my bed not like the duvets we have now,
And I remember brimming with happiness at Christmas, opening my presents
In the dim light, in front of the open fire,
And though I knew I wouldn’t get much, I was happy getting anything at all,
It mattered not if it was big or small, sometimes, boots or a football,
I once asked for a telescope, ended up with a microscope but they meant well after all,
But it still remains in my mind that every Christmas seemed to be white,
Though I am sure that isn’t true, the thought still fills my mind full of delight,
I remember these days as good times and that’s what gives me a positive mind.
I struggle with those who act entitled and privileged
There no better than anyone else
They are just acting out a role
Playing the part of someone of a higher class
Looking down upon everyone they feel superior too
But in truth they are so hollow and judgemental
They descend into ignorance in a way that’s incremental
Everything with them is external
They never work on what is internal
It’s all about the exterior gloss
They see themselves as some kind of boss
Of their delusions I could give a toss
But they are infecting society and that’s our loss
They dominate, airways TV and internet
Speaking words that they’ve been fed
They lack the understanding of depth
Lack empathy, love and kindness
But fake it when it helps to get ahead
They appeal to the vunerable who are easily misled
Instilling ignorance into peoples head
These fake entitled and privileged
Are no better than anyone else.
Addicted to the plasma screen
People watch with baited breath and dream,
Of something that will give their life meaning
Fed to them via televisual themes,
We worry big brothers watching us
But in truth they are waching big brother,
It doesn’t have to try no more
As you’re being monitored on your sofa,
And people lose the track of what’s real
And what is actually illusion,
Then you wonder why when you step outside
That your life is thrown into confusion,
It’s nothing how it seems on TV, it’s not nearly as glossy
And not everything is all fun and laughter,
That often you find your life’s a disaster,
And you realise that you cannot cope
Without a fix of your favourite soap,
In there things often go wrong but in the end it turns out ok,
But in real life you soon find out that it’s not all happy endings
And no amount of acting out like towie and all that fake pretending
Is going to make you rich and famous,
Not matter how much make up and fake tan you put on,
And when you become addicted to the plasma life
You buy into the media man’s scam,
And will find life passing you by
As you’re fed political lies,
From the well dressed news presenter
Who is presenting propaganda,
Dictated by the government or oligarch that owns the broadcaster,
Who shows you scenes or war, fear and of scary disasters
And then at end of it tells stories of happy ever afters,
Can you hear their fucking laughter
Because they know they got you hooked,
As you are now alien to reading any books,
You rely on them for knowledge
It’s like TV has become your college,
Feeding you with poison and shit
And you swallow every bit,
If this is life then you can keep it,
For I don’t want to be a part of this.
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