Dear The Pendulum of Power

The Pendulum of Power is what they so elegantly call it,
With an upper lip posh accent over a cup of
Monarchy Approved British Tea… ever so eloquent.
As if Butter wouldn’t melt, you know.
Say the so-called self-proclaimed enlightened ones
With their definition at odds with their actions.
Stumbling in the dark, uttering sincere bullshit.

The Pendulum of Power

Sways and hangs from the Clock Of Doom
Tick , Tock, Tick , Tock how long is this gonna Rock…?
Clicking closer to Midnight, Scientifically approved
The hand is at two minutes to the hour of Doom and Gloom
When the Clock of Doom Strikes with a Boom
Mushroom clouds bloom, or the Earth vanishing in a Ka-Boom


The Pendulum of Power

Sways…
The Two Party System, Raving Lunatics to Raging Fascists
Same shit, different Smell
They believe this is balance.
They believe this is sustainable
On a dying planet that has been savagely trashed.
Left Right, Left Right, Left Right, Right , Left Right
The Pyramid Of Power, shouts on while Goose-Stepping onwards
To so savagely fight some next stupid war for profit and greed
Stomping over everyone, anything and everything, not giving a fuck.

The Pendulum of Power

Is what I known to imagine the political Washing Machine
Where two sets of colours shift from top to bottom,
It is unbalanced and biased, weighed in with bricks
of corruption and bullshit within the party coloured clothing
With the washing machine, shaking,
Shaking bits, nuts and bolts loose.
Until One day…
One day..
One Day it all falls and rolls apart with a
BANGATY ! BANG BANG !