New Moan Era

New Moan Era





The same patch of sky everyday,

Sometimes blue, sometimes grey,

Always covered with a glass sheen,

White walls, no hint of green.





Ribald rhythms, my hacking cough,

The world can�t have enough.

Couch bound lamentations float,

While at home rich kids gloat.





Sweating, shivering under the quilt.

Bodies wracked with modern guilt,

Sprogs urging mums in the toy chase,

Keeping up with the new race.





The plumbing�s gone dodgy,

School food�s all stodgy,

Dizzying new things to see,

But you�ll only listen if its free.





You�ll moan if the food turns healthy,

Or if a job goes to someone wealthy,

There�s so many options for you,

There�s absolutely nothing to do.





Experts diagnose the commoners,

Some just exorcise the foreigners,

The fires are rising to fever pitch,

Now, lets go hunt the witch.





Its all gone to swivelling madness,

Our poverty, delusional sadness,

Western built western foes,

Pale against African woes.





Belatedly, time to cure society�s ills,

Calm the sores, pop the pills,

Best of all, quit the moaning,

Its not like we have public stoning.

(marijuana not included).

Reviews

[Kara Emily Krantz]

hahahhaha great ending. wasn't expecting that, and i liked it. you tackled so many issues here.... i really like it. i would also love to see you magnify some of these issues - and focus on them one by one. i find it very challenging myself to talk about such topics, but i'd love to see it well done by others. great piece :)

[Red Brick Keshner]

Just wondering why not many more read/review your works.
There is so much in here that can be dig up time after time.