Under the carpet

We see without feeling
We feel without seeing
What to us has no purpose
Now Within our being

Todays trash tomorrow
More scourings of sorrow
Functionless purposeless
Unwanted now

Once it was practical
not long ago
With an earning capacity
Part of the flow

Designed to be short lived
Profit in mind
Obselescence the keyword
Abuse underlined

E waste
Consumption is huge
It empowers
And when it breaks down
It allows

An exhaustless supply
To become valueless
Surplus to need
Just uselessness

And the mountains of debris
Are now everywhere
The dross and the castoffs
Create the despair

Wasted resources
A terrible crime
But thats how we do things
And the figures now climb

And what can we do
About all of this stuff
Every dumpster is full
We just have enough

There is no way of recycling
The efforts not there
Throw it out and replace it
And be unaware

So E waste was born
At the drop of a hat
Mountains of white goods
All that land fat

Devouring our senses
Creating more sin
Dissipating our energy
Now from within

A way out
Is just close our eyes to it all
Under the carpet
Thats how the fool

Imagines its sorted
Cleaned up and gone
Out of sight out of mind
But still there upon

Piles of it everywhere
Hidden, in plain sight
Packed into boxes
And shipped out at night

To far away places
Where others might see
Something worthwhile
In the circuitry

Ghana has stepped up
Has widened its search
Allowing the rich
To somehow besmirch

Tarnish their dreams
Deplete their desire
Let them wallow in our waste
Fuel for their fire

Our TV’s our PC’s
Our white goods appear
Mountains of them
Along with the fear

Burn them and extract from them
The metals within
The redundant surplus
The copper the tin

The smoke contains particles
Pollutive and bad
Noxious unhealthy
Incredibly sad

Engorging the light
In a fearful display
Of great smoke filled clouds
Of anguish each day

And its charged by the wind
And it blows everywhere
Over food markets
School paygrounds
It is not fair

The black evil clouds
Full of morbid desire
Ill health and disease
From the heat of the fire

Children are suffering
Cancer is rife
Our fucking e waste
Is causing them strife

Deathbeds are growing
No place to be
Our bill of health
Is their mortality

There is money in junk
And lung cancer too
But if we can just dump it
Then thats what we do

Or go to some charity
Thinking that we
Can recycle it to someone
Without a TV

Or without a PC then
That seems a way
Of ridding ourselves of it
And it will pay

But tragically people
Charities too
Are all run by people
Wanting to do

The same just make money
And hide stuff away
And encourage buying
Yes everyday

Birthdays and Christmas
Its new new new new
Not repair whats old
Thats not what we do

Built in obselescence
Within our brains
We queue up for new products
Its all about gains

We have the biggest
The newest
The best the 4 g the 5 g
And of course the rest

Mega bytes giggabytes
Frightening me
Storage its all about storage
And we

Join in the waste gathering
Climate around
Increase the shipments to Ghana
Their ground

Is littered with our crap
All over their fields
Box after box
Satanic yields

Growing and hourly
From all over the world
Where our shit is coming from
Where we have hurled

It,
out of our space
The same wasteful ideas
Of the human race

Under the carpet
Fly tip it there
As for the wild souls
Why should we care

We all have too much
We bought into their
Desire to make money
And not even care

We do not want perfection
We do not seek the whole
We take the inferior
Refining the role

Its all about price
Not value no more
Its superfluous functions
And Digital gore

Unpratical leanings
We cry for the moon
Paper over the cracks
Believe the balloon

The jargon of commerce
The corporate ways
We buy into their greed
And take on their malaise

We brainwash our children
With significant force
They are the future
They are the source

We corrupt all the old ones
We desensitise
They become waste
In the young peoples eyes

They dont run with the corporate
Mentality
They are tortoises
Ambling far too slowly

All their experience
It counts for none
At life they were brilliant
But their day is done

Now its the whippersnappers
Who have a role
To fragment society
And ofcourse the soul

Robotic addicts are the order
And we
See armies now growing
Like E waste they be

Wired into digital
in their own strife
The great natural world
And its healing
And life

On the back foot and gradually it
Will be slaughtered and logged out
It just will not fit

In the great modern age
Of APPLE and more
Of Facebook and Twitter
And the digital war

The great games based on a reality
Sphere
But brainwashing going on
Quietly,its clear

The spectrum of constancy
Changing each day
As the great natural world
Is frittered away

The earthlings are dying
The trees dying too
The wild souls around us
What do they do

Habitat loss for corporate gain
Fracking the frenzy of the insane
Corrupting our lifestyles
Destroying our worth
Prolific psychopathy
For Mother Earth