The free market sold me Improper visions; Of poets, romantics, Their various pipe-dreams - Siphoned-off and destined To legitimise The myth that liberty Can surpass Egality, Enforced by crass belief Echoed in deference To Liberal ideals - Legitimised through guilt. Once accepted to be An individual - We've adopted the means Of a passive tyranny -
left clinging: To clutch at the belief, That we're all bourgeois now; Yet this democracy achieved Can't silence, can't still Our Utopia calling.
Good job man
I`l post one if me these days
but it will be in Dutch (I`m from Holland so I speak Dutch, and I also write Poems in Dutch) yet I`l also work on an English version.
It will be a Dada Poem, you`re familiar with the poems from Trisian Tzara and Kurt Schwitters? <---those were Dada poets