Treasure Island

Peter Hall

(Sydney, Australia.)

London's burning


Why so surprised at London's burning?
Why so perplexed a generation is yearning?
Look and see their emotional diet
You'll find the reason to the London riots.

Why not start with secularisation?
It will lead you to privatisation
If no one is more important than me
There's no greater good called society.

To secularise, you need some substitutes
To replace our norms and our absolutes
No right or wrong, the seed is sown
"we have our rights" mean anything goes.

Without a God consciousness and centrality
We breed a victim mentality
There'll be no solutions considered effectual
For all our answers are in the spiritual.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 01, 2013

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