Guest Post: I’ll Be The Drummer

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They make you all about the money –
but you’re not.
They make you all about enough –
the one thing you’re not…
the one thing you’ve not got.They make you all about the tiny things,
and then they call you
into tiny little rooms,
where even the walls whisper…reminding you where you belong.But you still feel the stuff
that believes in you,like a soul and a smileand a helix of stardustand everything real that swims inbetween.You still feel it,
like a fairytale –
part of the necklace they hang you with.Daisy-chain bullies,
same as always –but I see you,I know your jokes
when you’re all out of laughs,I know the beat
that you dance to,when your head’s all throbbing
and your heart’s all torn…and I’ll be the drummer that keeps you afloat.I’ll be the drummer, this time round.They make it all about the money,the lack of it –
keeping the walls up,nice and high-rise.
Keeping us down.
Keeping them safe –
or so they hope.
‘Cuz that’s really their word,hope –not yours.They can wash yours off with a smile –
keeping us like us…
keeping them like them…
keeping those who can no longer tell the differenceshouting at traffic,groping in shadows,rifling the binsfor the echo of something that’s now stored on computer.Digital bullies,
same as always –but I see you,I know your smileswhen there’s nothing to smile at,I know the beat
that you dance to,when your head’s all throbbing
and your heart’s all torn…and I’ll be the drummer that keeps you afloat.I’ll be the drummer, this time round.They make you all about the diagrams,
the charts –flipcharts in your case,
condescending
through an awareness session.It all comes down to finance, see:father of all conspiracies,
mother of all cynicism…
prioritisedwhere the sky used to be,and the water,
running through your fingers…the hug you’d trek miles for.It all comes down to money, see:king of all missiles
and queen of all bombs…
weaponisedto bully the hope out of
people
with nothing else left to aspire to.A way of seeing with the humanity filtered out.Land of the bullies,
same as always –but I see you,I know your smiles
and your jokeswhen your real little heart comes beating on out.Yes, I know the beat
that you dance to,when your head’s all throbbing
and your heart’s all torn…and I’ll be the drummer that keeps you afloat.I’ll be the drummer, this time round.Stick at it.Play the game.There’s nothing else left.
They’ve killed something else.They caught it on the street,knifed it
with a smileand a leafletand a nice hot tea in a paper cup…and bullied everything else out of you.Fear’s all you have left now –fear
and rage
and not enough,waiting to be sanctioned.Land of the bullies,
same as always –but I know the beat
that you dance to,when your head’s all throbbing
and your heart’s all torn…and I’ll be the drummer that keeps you afloat.I’ll be the drummer, this time round.Beaten or not,broken or not,bleeding or not…I’ll still be human when they run me aground.

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