Politics of love

A crane towers overhead,

another thousand offices on the rise.

Put on coffee, put on shirt.

Keep pretending, keep disguise.

 

How do you keep swimming

when desperately

you’re drowning?

How to fake a smile

when in your heart

you’re actually frowning?

 

They taught me to be an island.

They gave me a recipe for cuffs.

To invest in number one

and for pain: a drink, a screen, a puff.

 

There is no place to get back to.

There’s no capital to achieve.

We got enough food to eat.

There is enough air to breathe.

 

Adaptive, creative, intelligent; I know

we’ll figure it out when we’re free.

‘Demos’ means the people

—the brave, new world we need.

 

It’s really quite simple,

—what we’ve always tried to be.

The prophets say love your neighbor.

Yeah, that’s true democracy.