The Modern Employment Meat Market

Efficiency savings for bosses not workers
defaming disabled folk as feckless shirkers
the high cost of living that outstrips your pay
the offer of extra hours, each Saturday

The knowledge that if you're off, you will be canned
the neo lib vision,  supply and demand
dictating to people. what they have to do
It's all here already, in a workplace near you.

Determination

A thing of rarest beauty
sits just outwith our reach
Ours, if we focus,
give it all, grasp and pull.

Abandoning quicksand
that bogs us down
that with each passing day
saps us of our energies.

Refusing to be sucked in further,
to dilute our desires, our passions,
to compromise with milquetostes
in hopes of jam tomorrow.

triangulation towards a point
nowhere upon our map
yields power without purpose.
That is not for us.

We can reach out, affirm faith
in what we hope to be
In that future our children deserve
that we can see ahead.

The best of all possible worlds
is not this one.  And in this world
not all is for the best. but the best
we can be, we could be so simply.

Direction

September comes, the season turns,
and leaves they turn and fall.
for Scotland's poor, the answer's clear
vote yes, for sake of all.
Now weans they starve for want of bread
and thousands want for work
we could change this, and make things right
or in the shadows lurk.
allow big bro to run us still
spend cash on bombs not homes
prioritise the bankers' will
against that of our own.
By voting yes we could say no
to greed, and hate and strife.
we have our chance to make a change
this one time in our life.
We're not so daft to think one word
will fix things overnight,
but that one word it opens doors
gives us the chance to fight
for better world, for bairns not bombs
for government we choose
for hope and love and happiness
we can't afford to lose.
September comes, the season turns,
and leaves they turn and fall.
for Scotland's poor, the answer's clear
vote yes, for sake of all.

Yes

One word opens up our potential.
One word makes possible a different world.
One cross placed in the right box
One good intention, multiplied in millions' hearts
makes many free to fix what's wrong.

Country song without music*

I wish that I loved you
In the way that you want
I wish I felt for you, 
In a way that I can't
But I look in your gentle eyes
And I feel love,  it's true
But not how you want it,
And I can't lie to you.

You've been beside me in joy,
In sadness and pain
If I lived my life over
You'd be there again
But I look in your gentle eyes
And I feel love,  it's true
But not how you want it,
And I can't lie to you.

I hold you and feel good
We talk and we laugh
We smile and share stories
Together we're daft
But I look in your gentle eyes
And I feel love,  it's true
But not how you want it,
And I can't lie to you.
Not how you want it
And I won't lie to you

*this is actually a lyric in my head,  so I'm giving it a new tag. A slow sad country song.*** If you can come up with a tune,  please do. Let me know.  And if you get rich,  feel free to subsidise** my breadline existence (which is already much better than that of some)

**you could do this by either personally decorating,  or arranging the decoration of my flat by somebody faintly competent. Ideally not in old lady wallpaper...

***it also roughly fits to the tune of "the black island"

Anyway,  no excessive profits to be made without me ceasing to live in squalor.