Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

Political Impromptu

In those countries where you will make more money cause you won’t pay any taxes
I feel I’m trapped like a wasp in the net of a spider that don’t care about tomorrow dawn

Where are the people
Does anyone truly take in account what they voted for
Were they asked
And if they were what was the answer that led to this endless burden
My janitor is asking is asking where the money is gone
And if she can still call the place she’s living in a home

Can you surf
Can you be a real estate for real
Can you bluff
Can you be that person that swims in an ocean of careless dreams

And the matter don’t care
And the matter don’t matter
When you’re in the awaken dream
That means for everyone else an awaken nightmare
Nothing will shine
Nothing will ever matter
Nothing will give
Any redemption
For the last time you sold
Your soul for an empty goal of empty ressources
Like a well of shadow
Like a promise of emptiness

I am not talking
It’s a voice coming from an endless dream
I am not playing
I’m sitting on the shore and they’re all surfing
In the death of light