Route 8 Routine Hate - Parachuting into the Post-Punk Poetry Planet. E-Book

Darren Hobson

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

On this journey called life there will be many imperfections, bumps in the road and if you don’t hold on tight to the steering wheel you will find yourself hitting a very large tree that will make mincemeat out of your car, your well being and your loved ones.

Along the way you will encounter misfits and hypocrites, corrupt politicians and cracked up intellects, you will find these people in the most peculiar places as if they were actors reciting on the wrong stage in the wrong town.

The world would like you see all of its beauty and all of its beautiful people, admittingly hidden by filters and makeup , but in this collection the poet wants to take you on a journey into the dark corners of society, into the cracked corners of the mirror, deep into the murky water of doubt. He wants to show you the abandoned buildings you failed to notice standing next to the towns monument, he wants you to see the broken shards of glass in the children’s playground and the discarded needles in the park where the dogs play.

Most people paint a landscape in vivid colours, omitting the details, nobody wants to paint the charred remains of the burnt forest, the litter in the cornfields or the roads full of potholes , but this poet does just that, with his words he paints a morbid picture of everything he sees, for better or worse with a great attention to detail.

This is the road he has chosen Route 8 that leads into a world of routine hate an unfortunate by-product of an unexplainable world where war is praised and honesty is scorned upon. Welcome to the post-punk poetry planet, it’s not for the faint hearted I hope you survive the fall.

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Darren Hobson

Route 8 Routine Hate - Parachuting into the Post-Punk Poetry Planet.

Dedicated to all the people who still have faith in me even though I don't deserve it.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

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Route 8

Routine Hate

Parachuting into the post-punk poetry planet

Starting grid

It all starts here

Take a deep breath

Don't start your engines 

If you have too much fear

There's oil and grease and foul words

Exhaust fumes and fog beware

I'm not painting a sweet picture of life

I never promised I would be nice

As COVID proves resistant not going away

They are bombing their cities every day

If you was aware of this when you were born

What would you do?

Turn around, head back into the bloody womb

Like any normal new-born would do

Don't start to roll forward

Before you seen green lights

Don't stay awake reading fake news

In the grogginess of midnight

Use your head and make no mistake

Everyone wants to con you with cheesecake

They gave you something sweet then slap you

Give you a surprise and then rob you

They are heartless and they tried to be nice

This is the starting grid for a bitch called life

Learn on a need to know basis

Based on lies and not fact

On camera they advertise peace to their nation

While their medieval army lines up to attack

They manipulate and you see a distraction

Only then the enemy is called into action

As we devour popcorn watching the news

Everyone wants to show you their views

But as murder and atrocities are real

Nobody wants to give them a hot meal

Can you believe what that cunt did

This is life and we're only on the starting grid

I hate politics in all its forms

I'm against violence and I'm against war

But we should not let this get out of hand

Arm the tanks let's make a stand

I would help if I knew how

I would arrive if I could help the strategy

I wouldn't come if I just got in the way

But I want to make that bastard pay

It's not the young soldiers not their choice

They have no freedom and certainly no voice

Marched into war without having any advice

Given the option they wouldn't think twice

This is the world we live in and full of greed

The quest for power and unnecessary need

Can't we live in harmony like we once did

The end of world and this is the starting grid

We want to heal the world but not anymore

Shares in the pharmaceutical industry sore

Recalibrate the missiles in self-defence

Watch the war while cowering on the fence

Threat of nuclear war has never been higher

Johnson and Biden hide in their concrete bunkers

Phoning the president giving the population hope

While dumping shit on an already slippery slope

This just one week in a group of many

We fight to exist and earn a single penny

Internet interaction carving out an epidemic

The whole world listens and gets in a panic

So what are we starting for

Why are we always heading to war

Everybody has their battles to win

So what gives us courage to begin

What's the point of competing anyway

Knowing you will not make it through the day

How does hope vanish into the setting sun

How can you see yourself loading a gun

Take aim and take your best shot

Be true to yourself that is what you have got

Don't be a timeless baby be a kid

Get your arse into gear on the starting grid.