
BLIND EYE
It's a fucked up world we live in
To serve the one percent
Where all the odds are firmly in their favour
And if you want to put your head up
Above the parapet
You are going to have to sign a waiver
Everyone's too busy
To try and get there first
But no one seems to quite know where they're going
All our heads are down
Engrossed within a screen
No one's ever interested in talking
Turning in on ourselves
We're all turning in
In on ourselves
Keyboard warriors shouting
Shouting at a screen
And disappearing into an empty void
Everything is anger
Or everything is smiles
Middle ground dispensed with, where's the joy
Turning in on ourselves
We're all turning in
In on ourselves
The power and the glory
The Doc who sets the scene
Knowing they won't see the bigger picture
Everyone's a cog
Designed to turn the wheel
Of ignorance that feeds the ugly creature
Turning in on ourselves
We're all turning in
In on ourselves
© A. Harper/C. Ryan 2018