“Dissonance 4f2” © Edward Michael Supranowicz

 

enemy

Collateral of dreaming up,
catapults the hopeless first

Sporadic bunce comes from stepping up
while laying out to be stepped on

They had you,
When they baited with the top ten fame

Switched colours,
And they showed you world’s twisted ways

Wealth earned, passed on, in silent deeds
Sons hoard but you won’t know

And our enemy’s one
cursed from the start
Classified the black and white
Polarised and then it laughed
And gave us ‘what’s good’
Hustling is the way forward
‘Get your dream then pay for it’

This morphine knows it all
Chooses what I like and what I won’t

The retail cures it all
Never failed to burden bills you didn’t need

I bet our wars must be fun
To watch from doors you locked

And our enemy’s one
cursed from the start
Classified the black and white
Polarised and then it laughed
And gave us ‘what’s good’
Hustling is the way forward
‘Get your dream then pay for it’

And our enemy’s loved
cash reploughed
planning for civility
it set us up for tyranny
and made us pick you,
less worse became the better choice
with power moves and stolen lies

sedated clones best believe in sacrifices for the throne
Pandora knew, yet she caved into temptation, like we do
and I know that I can’t, point the gun at you, cause we both share the
          blame
of setting course on ways of the world and never calling out the strange
just blind your sight and dare to be at peace with why you hate to be
at places forging wars, while they pretend, they don’t see

And our enemy’s one
cursed from the start
Classified the black and white
Polarised and then it laughed
And gave us ‘what’s good’
hustling is the way forward
‘Get your dream then pay for it’

And our enemy’s loved
cash reploughed
planning for civility
it set us up for tyranny
and made us pick you,
less worse became the better choice
with power moves and stolen lies

 

Simran Bhatia: “I have gathered all my sensibility from music and lyrical verses, to the point where they occur in dreams and make me pen different lyrics over my favourite songs. also, i have an inherent (and useless) fear of growing up and administrative work. had i been bereft of these, i would have had my driving license by now.”

Edward Michael Supranowicz has had artwork and poems published in the US and other countries. Both sides of his family worked in the coalmines and steel mills of Appalachia.