Temporary solutions ... satire

Ecclesiastes 1:9 New English Translation (NET Bible)

What exists now is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done;
there is nothing truly new on earth.

 

 

Problems,problems ... always problems

Solve them, solve them ... solve them how?

Temporary solutions ... is all we give them

try to make them happy ... just for now

 

Bandage, bandage ... just use bandage

so that all appears well cared

even though infections are developing

Fool them ... tell them all is well

 

This way, that way ... any way you want too

do what your own heart desires

Who cares that you're hurting others

let them sink in their own mire?

 

Hell bound, spell bound ...  just going around

let them wonder ... what it is about

No direction feed them satisfaction

keep them cluttered ...  keep them in a crowd

 

Freedom, freedom ... tell them they can vote

in the end so we use our own remote

Pick our own ... but tell them they can choose

twist their neck and put it in a loose

 

Tell in the news ... that we really care

If they don't work ...we'll put them on welfare

We can prove ... most of government is there

draining our pockets for bureaucratic fare

 

Twisted, mingled ... everyone is baffled

how for goodness did we get in this shape?

Some say “Wow!” ... Did it take forever?

Others think "forever" is just fake

 

One step forward ... three steps backwards

we are sure to get somewhere one day

Progress making aha! ... just faking

"keep blinders on them" ... for good to stay

 

Peace, peace ... everyone wants peace

not tranquillity ... but a piece of the pie

If we don't get it ... let us force the issue

if not by working ... we'll get with a lie

 

Hocus-pocus hm! ... nothing is disappearing

I guess all magic ... is gone for good

Maybe dreams are the only thing remaining

Hope we’ll keep them for the brotherhood

 

Listen to the news there is no propaganda

just believe every thing you hear

All these cats act like talking from the pulpit

with a smiling face telling you not to fear

 

Crime is up because pro-life is demonstrating

pick those bums up ... throw them into jail

Torture, burn or simply castrate them

all those idiots protecting the unborn babe

 

We are right ... we are politicians

We sold our souls for a good price

We are ensured to be the spiritual morticians

to serve ourselves ... ain’t we looking nice?

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741