Poetry

Saturday, 5 November 2022

radio carbon

 I tune into to Radio Carbon

I listen all through the night

And the tracks they play

On the records of the years

They really make me feel alright


I can get stuck in the groove

of the tree trunk serenade

And petrified starfish in

Oil sumps

When cars are burning away

I can get hooked on the half life

That some live

While others only dream about

And I want to scream and shout

When the dates turn out

To be more than 30 years in doubt

I say That's way too young man

And you should never have gone so low


Oh Radio carbon let's just

Go on with the show

Well the pirates are running it

Off on their Oil Rigs

Or deep inside the mines

Where for precious stones their dig

To fuel all our technological dreams

Of a highfalutin future

And think ourselves so suave and cool

With our cell phone computers

But what if we knew child slaves

Dug our power, that their lives were cut short

Or strangled in the hour

Of their earliest hopes and dreams

Just so we in rich countries can livestream

Our favourite shows

To our mobile screens


So Radio carbon try telling this story

Let's hear it in the hour

Between rest and toil

Let's throw off this poison

That leaks from our batteries

And makes our heart so foison 

With greed and desire

Let's throw out this technocracy

Out into the hellish fires



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