London burns again
from disinterest from
lack of will…a generation
rising against the absence
of direction of ownership
of forced entitlement and
unadorned dependency
set with the idea of solving
today’s pain hurt tears
tomorrow

How can it be wrong
I be wrong when
the government pays
me to be who I am
a creation wholly
start to finish

London cries quietly but
in homes in towns in
places far from flames
far from the pain hurt tears
waiting for what never
comes…what is expected
to never happen…as
no one claims to know
to understand that
generation

How can it be wrong
they be wrong when
the government pays
them to be who they are
a creation wholly
start to finish

London passes laws to shield
the people passing laws
people hiding in wealth
in warm sanctuary waiting
for the fire that never
comes…the pain hurt tears
forever insulated
forever twice removed
and away away away
from them

How can it be wrong
anyone be wrong when
the government says
they are who they are
their creation wholly
start to finish