Some verse

One day I'll be a hip-hop star. Yeah right... :S

I think my family wonder why
I grew up corrupted
so angry and bitter
and feeling under such judgment.
How the f--- could you not
be stopped and feel interupted
when every week on the news
you see another abduction?!

While parents argue about
fissures and ruptures
and the predicted collapses
of the government structures
that isolated the others
and fuelled our endless consumption
and somehow our first-world riches
have a slavery function
because they never stretch far-enough
to meet mortgage injunctions
and they never stretch far-enough
to feed the seductions
of our endless consumption
and they never stretch far-enough
and they never stretch far-enough.

And then for the first time as a young guy
you see someone suffer,
shut out in the third-world
and so deemed as an "other"
yet the shared isolation transcends
and makes him a brother
even though he's a child soldier
and you're a rich kid smothered.
And though it doesn't stretch far enough
the solidarity covers
all the difference, hatred, racism
your culture had bottled

... etc. etc.
yeah right.