WordPerfect: Tomorrow's People
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Its never about whos the cleverest
Its bragging rights, like my daddy buys air from Everest
He owns this and that - you know, the acid attack that’s barely venomous
Whatever its just, numerous consumerists, faulting and weak
The breath of conquering peaks, that’s reduced to bitches on sea level
That oughta get on to their knees
Lets look beyond the degrees, flash cars and whats in the bank
I don’t care if you floss your teeth with a thread of gold and you’re too posh to wank
With an ego fit for several people, getting compliments too often to thank
If drowning sorrows was an option you drank, dam near developed gills
Now the sons footin your medical bills and only looks ahead
To both parents pennin their wills after he donated a kidney to spare them the ills
Of dialysis, the constant analysis from renal clinics
Made son use up casino limits, the only buzz he gets, is on Reno visits
Not addicted but he can see he’s finished, that’s what’s so hard to take
His hearts at stake and slowly went away with the parts they’d take
Hates mirrors cos of the scars on his face from livin in this barbarous state
Effectively carved on a plate,
Every time his arm goes, up he’s reminded of the bar codes
That mark him as a designer baby, the first to be born for parts grown
Tomorrows people don’t get any better with time, like the pasts shown
There's Blood on the Ground-
and Sounds of a Drug in the Now.
I mean...
Reality's seen in dreams of skyscraper sunbeams
and some seem to believe what's unseen,
but conceived in reflection-
it's a cross section of paradise and piss
we share the right to miss everything tonight that is...
But what will be?
Do you will me to be still free...
or sell adspace to fill me and have capitalism kill me?
Or will we become filthy
and put on the shelf with Brill Cream-
priced, bought, sold and stamped in labour camps until we
speak a word of indignation and get called obtuse and silly?
So whats the use of killing everything we feel is right?
We're sold our identities for 500 bucks a night
race, colour and creed come for free with the package
but there's no add-on space for morality that's lacking...
that's the bottom line traced on government stationary
it's disgrace we're bearing in the place of caring
and all ideas of renewal are from Library books borrowed
and forgotten-
the fines are paid by the people of tomorrow.
Causal clouds align and prepare the skies for despair,
The sun choosing its moment, before cruelly exposing the silver lining it bears.
In this Nu-Age Megamerica an uprising is shared ..
.. and Father Time is aware, that the birth of Rebellution is alive in the air!
Where our government refused to treat the climate with care,
Yet blindly declared, war with Iraq over oil that's rightfully theirs!
Tomorrows People are each of the lies that were shared,
The eyes that would stare, from under the thinly-veiled disguises of Blair.
Tomorrows People are each of the cries that were bared,
To a demoralising democracy that left its people divided and scared.
And yet Tomorrows People live beneath the brightest of glares,
Due to the vast chemical weapons we've chosen to ignite in the air.
So hopefully, these people are now twice as aware,
That the price of freedom rises with each and every life that is spared.
Where acid rain is expunged from the clouds in nightly affairs,
And there's fresh blood on the hands for these torrid tyrants to wear -
The blood of Tomorrows People.
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