Song of Revolution

[Hawkman]

Death to effing bureaucrats
The managers and sneaks
who rule our bloody kingdom
and think they are elite.
A bunch of useless tossers
who like to waste our time
by making us fill in their forms
though all of poor design.

They ask you come to interviews
for petty-fogging jobs
performable without your eyes;
ability’s for snobs.
They’ll ask you stupid questions,
regardless of your skills,
then say you haven’t got it;
I just despise the pills.

There’s a revolution coming
and I want to see them fall
when I empty my machine gun
while they stand against a wall.
They don’t deserve a cigarette,
their eyes I will not cover,
I want to see their lights go out
then dogs can eat their blubber.

[Revolte]

lol this was fun, I see somethin ticked you off a bit here yes?

[Bar22do]

Death to effing bureaucrats
The managers and sneaks
who rule our bloody kingdom
and think they are elite.
A bunch of useless tossers
who like to waste our time
by making us fill in their forms
though all of poor design.

They ask you come to interviews
for petty-fogging jobs
performable without your eyes;
ability’s for snobs.
They’ll ask you stupid questions,
regardless of your skills,
then say you haven’t got it;
I just despise the pills.

There’s a revolution coming
and I want to see them fall
when I empty my machine gun
while they stand against a wall.
They don’t deserve a cigarette,
their eyes I will not cover,
I want to see their lights go out
then dogs can eat their blubber.

Your sleeves are full indeed and tickling with verse! though bloody and biting this time! you must have been around offices today and met steel clarks at least, like one I had to confront yesterday, a stupid woman (woman? do they have a gender in these places at all) with an ever smiling face (probably due to her plastic surgeon's efforts) and a kappo like attitude to me. I wouldn't go as far as shooting her, but was close to release my inner beast on her, then decided she wasn't worth even this.
As for the revolution, we know from history, bureaucracy wherever, and under any regime is a nightmare to deal with... a certain very famous writer had masterfully described it in his very famous book...
Thanks for this fierce verse! but most important - be well and take it easy! - Bar

[hack]

Let me find
my courage,
and a bandolier,
I'll meet you at the wall.
Do we need any stinking badges?

[Hawkman]

lol this was fun, I see somethin ticked you off a bit here yes?

Glad you liked it! (I had a feeling you might) in answer to your question, Yes, just a bit. :D


Your sleeves are full indeed and tickling with verse! though bloody and biting this time! you must have been around offices today and met steel clarks at least, like one I had to confront yesterday, a stupid woman (woman? do they have a gender in these places at all) with an ever smiling face (probably due to her plastic surgeon's efforts) and a kappo like attitude to me. I wouldn't go as far as shooting her, but was close to release my inner beast on her, then decided she wasn't worth even this.
As for the revolution, we know from history, bureaucracy wherever, and under any regime is a nightmare to deal with... a certain very famous writer had masterfully described it in his very famous book...
Thanks for this fierce verse! but most important - be well and take it easy! - Bar


Sweet Bar, You deserve a long and civilised reply and I promise to make one in the near future, when I've calmed down... :D In the meantime, thanks for your kind words and good wishes and I'm glad you found something to amuse you in my rant. :devil:


Let me find
my courage,
and a bandolier,
I'll meet you at the wall.
Do we need any stinking badges?

I look forward to it, hack and no, the stinking badges belong to the bozos who want to know your ethinic origin, sexual orientation, religion (or lack thereof) and gender and demand to know if it is the same as that assigned to you at birth). They demand to see your Ausweis, Driver's licence and recent utility bills, to prove to them that you have the right to work in the country of your birth, before denying you that right, having been intimidated by the number and standard of your qualifications which are more plentiful and of a higher standard than their own.

Please bring LARGE CALIBRE BULLETS. Artillery shells may be deemed appropriate.

Cheers, H

Live long and prosper my friends, the bozos can go to hell.

[lallison]

hmmm, had a rough day? good work with the venting, anyhow. It's a terrible feeling when idiot strangers gain so much control over one's life. I guess it's something we all have to deal with again and again. I've gotten to the point where I just try to smile as big as I can and bare it. The frightening thing is that we've got it relatively good. Being just outside Birmingham (USA) now, in the deep south, i am constantly reminded of segregation and what life would be like under Jim Crow policies. There would be no getting away from idiot jerk offs trying to push you around.

But I digress. Your poem rings true and contains the characteristic hawkman wit and humor. Great imagery although shockingly violent towards the end (we must all harbor those fantasies) and it only adds to the potency and dark humor here.

A few lines seem strained to rhyme such as:

I just despise the pills.
and

ability’s for snobs.

but mostly it's another fun read. nice work

[TheEarthIsRound]

Revolutions always give us a chance to start afresh, but isn't it always so that eventually we will return to where we start, and need a whole lot of new revolutions again?

I like these lines:

They ask you come to interviews
for petty-fogging jobs
performable without your eyes;
ability’s for snobs.

[Hawkman]

Hi lall, and thanks for sympathising :D

I'm sorry you feel the two quoted line seem a little forced. It is quite possible they are peculiarly English. Although referring to someone unpleasant as a pill may be a bit old fashioned (I'm showing my age here) it is, or at least was a common colloquialism. With regard to ability being for snobs; this is a reference to the false socialist culture of anti-elitism. (Everyone has to have an education to degree level but the degrees are all in subjects like Klingon or Surfing Technology and consequently make the holder unworthy of employment). However, these are the individuals who manage to work themselves into positions of power and infulence and who are frightened by people with real educations and longstanding experience in their fields who would threaten their tenure. Therefore the inverse snobbery is an observable phenomenon.

Glad you enjoyed the rest of it though :)

TEIR,

Hi, and yes revolutions are necessarily cyclical but even God, or so the Bible would have us believe, occasionally finds it necessary to wipe people out and start again! :D

Glad you liked the poem.

Live and be well, H

[hillwalker]

Sign me up, bro.

I'll help you fight those parasites
who 'earn' a princely sum
for screwing the economy -
their judgement day will come.
We'll even have a party -
with some pipes and tambourine -
I'll help you drag them from their desks
and man the guillotine.

H

[PrinceMyshkin]

Brilliantly irate or should that be irately brilliant?

[Hawkman]

Sign me up, bro.

I'll help you fight those parasites
who 'earn' a princely sum
for screwing the economy -
their judgement day will come.
We'll even have a party -
with some pipes and tambourine -
I'll help you drag them from their desks
and man the guillotine.

H

Liberté, égalité, fraternité,
mon vieux, abas les bozos

H

[Hawkman]

Brilliantly irate or should that be irately brilliant?

Not so much brilliant as incandescent! :D

[AuntShecky]

For some reason, this piece reminded me of "Room at the
Top" and other British films and/or plays of the "Angry Young Man" era. The speaker is not always the author himself, remember? Instead of the seeing the writer himself as letting off steam, I read this as an ironic view of a hypothetical worker who is undoubtedly oppressed and thus justifiably angered.
Workers of the World, Unite! You have nothing to lose but your tempers!

Evidently the person depicted here has become quite incendiary, almost a walking cliché of the "ticking timebomb." ( I think it emanates from a disgrunted employee as opposed to a political activist, say someone from either side of the trouble spot in Northern Ireland.) So if I've read this appropriately, it's a clever satirical poem, and not a piece of earnest "self-expression."

By the bye, a few months ago one of our LitNutters posted a request for examples of poems from the Pre-Raphael movement. In the course of looking for some--in books, remember them? -- I found a British poem that was an idealistic -- and from a textual viewpoint not necessarily violent -- vision of Revolution. Just now I found an on-line link to this endearing piece, but don't be put off by the URL which, even to a leftie such as I, seems fringe-y and far off the mainstream:

http://www.marxists.org/archive/morris/works/1885/chants/poems/poem1.htm

[Hawkman]

Auntie! A leftie? I’d never have guessed… How on earth have you survived in the States! :D

Thanks for the link to the poem. I have never really associated Morris with poetry, although I know a lot about his championship of the Arts and Crafts movement. Interestingly I find echoes of empire in the tone of this poem, perhaps not so surprising for an Oxonian of the period. It should be remembered that at the time, Empire was not a dirty word in the way it is today. It was a vocation for idealistic young men of good family and education, to shine its light upon the dark corners of the Globe.

My vision of revolution is not inspired by Socialism, in fact it is Socialism which has led to the appalling circumstances which plague the European. I’m not talking about the financial crisis, that’s squarely at the door of greedy, if inept, capitalists. No, I’m talking about Rightsism and the nanny state, which enshrines in law and regulation almost everything, from how you are to behave in an office, to where you can mount electrical sockets and light switches (in your own home I might add) because you may have a wheelchair-bound visitor… This is true folks. It doesn’t matter if you live in a grotty, top floor flat with no lift. The list is endless. Britain today languishes under the yoke of a culture of prevention.

It is the perpetrators of these crimes against intellectual freedom and those who support them that I wish to see against the wall of destiny.

Oh, and I do remember books. I have some two thousand cluttering up just about every corner of my inadequate abode. Oh for more space and another ten wall to wall bookshelves. As it is I can never find the one I’m looking for because it’s buried under at least three boxes of books!

If you like the poems of Empire, try this one on for size. It was one of my favourites when I was a kid. Best, H

http://www.bartleby.com/101/860.html