03-06-2013, 10:04 PM
Smug bastards all, you think in armour, fronting naked serfs;
this is no fight. What worth the clang of sticks on steel,
rattling but not weakening?
You always win... you never lose. Frozen hearts make frozen hearths;
so, in our futile penury, we squalidly protest.
How much do you want? All, of course,of everything…so only you remain.
We may nick you with a splinter, hard thrown and split
from stones that chip and fly to rain the poor man’s rage…
but that is not the way.
On the streets, we know we prick…your blood congeals
like sealing wax, on white-paper deals;
never the gush and deadly rush of blue liquidity.
Pack your castles and your mansions and your silver jets and go.
We risk all anyway, so the nothing that we have
is the nothing that we lose.
Your pinstripes will not save you; you will need the iron, safe!
Get ready for the cliff-edge where once the gold was mined;
you all will fall the faster for your pockets weigh you down.
Tectak
March 2013
this is no fight. What worth the clang of sticks on steel,
rattling but not weakening?
You always win... you never lose. Frozen hearts make frozen hearths;
so, in our futile penury, we squalidly protest.
How much do you want? All, of course,of everything…so only you remain.
We may nick you with a splinter, hard thrown and split
from stones that chip and fly to rain the poor man’s rage…
but that is not the way.
On the streets, we know we prick…your blood congeals
like sealing wax, on white-paper deals;
never the gush and deadly rush of blue liquidity.
Pack your castles and your mansions and your silver jets and go.
We risk all anyway, so the nothing that we have
is the nothing that we lose.
Your pinstripes will not save you; you will need the iron, safe!
Get ready for the cliff-edge where once the gold was mined;
you all will fall the faster for your pockets weigh you down.
Tectak
March 2013