write-up

Write up
And at the actors are following me-
need an author to write them down
Damn praxis of subjectivity-
greedy stories-each wantin’the crown

The truth, the right-
proof their mem’ry. triumphs all
Held up. to the light:
Hist’ry written. final call

to the dead: “we did it
we wrote our your wrongs
its was said, they admit it
we sang out your songs”

and the weight-it crushes
to write some’thing of use
and thus create- fitfull rushes
objective stories- the abuse

the pain .the suffering
democracy bursting at the stitches
the rain. the shuffling….
blood pours as they hunt those witches

To write the other side-
must get where its coming from
The stand between the lines-
The reasons its resting on

The fallacy . of neoliberal growth
The phallic-ly military belief in both
Women in the house- men (dead) in d’streets
Raping their spouse-‘s they beat’m.t’the-beats
Of the drummers’ drums – as these lives pass them by
Drip through bloodied hands- and the souls reach the sky

Each blow. a reactionary blast from the past
The tables they turned- at last at -last
Order this cancer - this belief there is change
Kill this pink panther- this Fidel-ist rage
Shooting all beards, all women in trousers
The devil reared- these red rabble rousers

Re-writing history with the blood they spill
Their press, their laws, the willing lost their will
To counter.to cry out.fear squeezin them down
Out of love they come back- slowing regaining ground
Limbo-ish wait for historians redemption
Broad sweeping statements- as I casually mention
How they Destroyed the other, polarised ripping apart
Of exceptional democracy- the loss of heart
As church called for the military- some order please
Steel cold bureaucracy- terrorising, by decrees

A polarised narrative of a polarised time
All black and white- no reason no rhyme
But what of the greys- the cracks -and slips
No space for the may-bes- lurches and dips

The murky wrongs of those fighting for freedom
Acid-scarred children- bombing- they lead on
To uncomfortable comparison- well the army killed more

A cleansed-up narrative- mere victims- the poor
Agentless ‘pueblo’-just forgot it did fight
Killers and victims- the wrong and the right

Agents of state- pushed to the edge
By feckless politics- the cold war’s thin wedge
freedom fighters- they be murderers too

we dont like this- thats consensus for you
losing the agency to legitimately fight
to the god of consensus-the compromised right
to lay down your weapons- pick up burgers instead
wi-fi and Nippon- cheap cars- and the dead?

well we bury ourselves- in coffins of glass
no fairytale prince- no at last at last
no kiss of redemption- just neoliberal judas
the state of exemption-now accepted view’as

the economy is seen as the military's gift
for the rich torture was an exceptional lift
as the glass ceiling was reinforced- a few flew by keep the poor divorced- from the stars in the sky.