Every position in society comes with its own price.
Pesticide persuasion spewing forth from
Politicians plea-bargaining the future for the
Poison platitudes in ersatz
Politeness plotting policies to
Press their own advantage
Pooling all power in favour of the
Privileged those princes and
Princesses of wealth the one
Percent looking down from the
Precipice at the poor downtrodden in
Poverty and laughing at their
Plight. People forcefed micro-
Plastics til we burst while the brutal
Police press down polished boots on
People of too much interest and the slavish
Press prints endless
Praise for those who raise them and
Pay them and those
Plastic gloss editorials are
Pitched by those who think they can win if only they
Play by the rules of a game that awards no
Points for playing by the rules.
Poor fools. (Or)
Perhaps poor fool, I.
Pointlessly pirouetting around a burning world,
Plotting out stories no-one will read, reciting
Poems to empty rooms all the while
Pretending I’m better for knowing the game is rigged
Pretending to matter sending up empty
Prayers on ragged notepad
Paper for the world to be better.
Pollution of our
Permitted forever through our nature. (Or)
Perhaps Paris burning 1789
Public rage burning the march on the
Palais Royal, the Bastille the
People rising up can be something
Produced on need. Remember there is a
Price for every
Position in the world from
President and when the one
Percent forget the
Price they can
Pay when the
People refuse to accept the
Price we must
Pay and a fire is lit to make them remember the
Pressure to remember the
Price of worldwide burning.
Prayers rise like smoke in the air.
About the Creator
Read one too many adventure stories as a child and decided I'd make that my life.
I grew up on a cattle station in the Australian Outback and decided to spend the rest of my life seeing the rest of the world.
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There's an intensity in this that's a hard pill to swallow. Very moving. Well done!