As neither side would give an inch polarity grew stronger
The algorithm fed the fire and reasoning got wronger
The whopping lies got biggerer to feed the giants hunger
Objective truth in tatters – we can trust ourselves no longer.
These helter skelter whiles, so full of animus and bile
resound with ricochet and ire and take us closer to the pyre.
Flaming flags are flown upon the poles of feelings felt
Culture wars erupting from the cards which have been dealt
The rich are getting richer and are widening their belts
As shadows cast their darkness in the land where violence dwelt.
These helter skelter whiles, so full of animus and bile
resound with ricochet and ire and take us closer to the pyre.
The rhetoric is ramping up – im told theyre eating swans
In voices full of anger there are patriotic songs
Bibles being bashed in orange fervour cross the pond
Whilst Zionists are in a twist and everything feels wrong.
These helter skelter whiles, so full of animus and bile
resound with ricochet and ire and take us closer to the pyre.
Where can a poet look to find a space that he can breathe?
Perspective he can build upon and facts he can believe?
A version of reality where no-one is deceived
A place of utter honesty where he can safely grieve.
These helter skelter whiles, so full of animus and bile
resound with ricochet and ire and take us closer to the pyre.
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