I know our future will be real
29 December 2024

Every waking day I would plod
a cruel world that has us doubt God
living like cattle they would prod
slaves to their ever-growing wealth

I watch as starts their horrid game
to whom will they now shift the blame
North or South the beast is the same
all puppets bow to one master

Something awakes in my heart
a feeling something I could start
would bring back those life tore apart
just like the rip within my frame

Right from the sight of the rubbles
I know how to end our troubles
Tomorrow rings end of doubles
as I tear the fake from my eye

I push a door I know I must
arms flailing through a cloud of dust
I gather within blood and rust
I steel my nerves for conclusion

In my brain I am always free
though I battle the fearsome three
the system, fear and a weak me
I know our future will be real

Reading of the poem (with a bit of a sore throat):

Damien Rice - Hypnosis