Unreal World Poem by Mad Gone

Below the concrete castles in the sky,
Lost the forgotten men now thread.
Hopes that once had filled their dreams,
Now taunt and laugh at them, it seems.
Piercing birds and shrilling men,
Occupy the space between.
Unreal city, look within to see
and pray you are still seen.

The cutting, biting, chiding, chilling wind,
Demands fast tightening of sheep’s clothes.
With roots and branches bickering for the light,
Good men I fear have given up,
no longer can they stomach the Almighty’s fight.
How can the guns of war still play,
while tiny abdomens mock the rich, such sight!
Shall we turn away, tomorrow but a better day?

Thank the gods for our religion,
Congratulate them for their compassion.
Don’t forget to thank the missions.
Drop the piece of silver in the hollow box,
Oh god, please excuse me for my sin.
Did I remember to put out the bin,
The lottery ticket in my pocket,
What I should and would I do if I win?

Madonna, David, Posh make way,
Include my name on your invitation.
My face you will faintly recognise,
as the tramp you roughly pushed aside.
For I was the enemy you speared,
you remember, surely how you leered,
As you stepped upon the blood red carpet,
to attend the charity you so proudly steered.

Good men of the world unite,
For there will be none other,
to charge and lead the worn out fight.
Saints have come and truly gone,
Read about them with the history books,
Before or after the period of the Vikings?
While lost men fall back to their shallow nooks.
Brave new world too cynical for their liking.