As moral decay leaks as toxic fumes from off the holes in this worn,
degenerate armour we call capitalist civilization, I scream

As human souls get trampled down and humiliated in wars, in political
games, in ignorance and hate, I scream

As children by the thousands, this minute, get beaten and molested by
parents, thereby themselves becoming masters of the violent solution,
I scream

As gods and laws are fit to maintain status quo and an oppression of the
mind so widespread and unavoidable that it evades even the most paranoid
conspiration theory freak, I scream

I scream in frustration because love is treated as
a luxury
a sin
a weakness
a homophobic religious concept
unprofitable
a dusty fairy tale thing in old maids' old books
something you buy on valentine's day

I scream in rage because love is wasted on the battlefields
of power
of greed
of vanity and prejudice
where culture and instinct
old and young
I, id, you and me
beat, kill, and burn
to fuel ancient lies

    where love is
killed by parents and teachers and talkshow hosts and

it's like a vampire bite.


But I scream in joy and spite too
because on this slide downwards as we succumb to this disease, this
increasingly distorted, twisted, lying, nightmarish version of human
reality

I realise that although love is very very fragile
you can't exterminate it

And there are angels, fallen or not because of a taste for strange hats

    and there are plenty of good parties left to go to.