A Child Likeness of Being

 It could only be, a white, mindless, sanctimonious, middle aged dick
That would want to rip the innocence from our underbelly
And goose step us into the vile sickness that it adulthood.
Who would have us believe that sexual gratification is ‘it’
And that the bottom line profit is God and the Virgin Mary
Rolled into one big mind fuck. Coercing us all into working
Ourselves into an early fuckin grave, in order that we can
Leave a taxable nest egg as the only legacy for our children.
They are the rapists of youth both mentally and physically
Sex toys as children, canon fodder from our late teens
Onwards; Christian soldiers brainwashed, ass fucked
Too damn scared to stand out, stand up and be different
Terrified into service and the mind numbing silence like lambs
By those who wallow in their protected paedophile rings.
“Don’t tell anyone because it’s all meant to be a big secret.”
We watch a movie like the matrix not realising we are in it
These same people are the ones who hijack our thoughts
They push us into religious servitude and guilt for sin
They hijack our wills and force us to believe in their wisdom
Where a word like ‘Childish’ is thrown at nonconformists as
An insult or as part of a mental health diagnosis, getting them
Locked up in a rubber padded room for their own safety.
Drugged into zombie heaven, loosing their very humanity
And all for being different, all for seeing the innocence of
Words like childish, child like, and child at heart or just being
A big kid, revelling in the refrain of innocent pleasures
Regaining our childhood, our lost youth from these monsters
Is of paramount importance, taking back what’s rightful
As with justification we destroy their power through hugs
And giggles, in tickles and wiggles, in thumbing our noses
In sticking our tongues out and dancing without music
We need to collect teddy bears, dolls, toy cars and aeroplane
Build wind up train sets making all the sound effects ourselves
Paint pictures of boats and huts made of macaroni shapes,
Make red plastazine cows and green paper mache' elephants  
Go to the beach, collect shells, and go to the zoo collect friends,
Animal friends that we can dance and sing with, in our newly
Rediscovered imaginations, be at one with nature destroying
Nothing making friends with everything, hum a tune loudly
And proudly that you just made up, make extra long daisy
Chains in warm summer meadows, strum guitars without
Knowing chords bang drums and bash tambourines making
Music from our noise and our laughter, fart on buses, fart
In the supermarket next to the eggs, make fart noises and
Blame it on somebody else whilst doing a funny limp walk
And when the adults talk, cover your ears and refuse to listen
Sing loudly over their discourse rejoice in your mischief, it’s
Ok to be a wee bit naughty harming no one smiling as you go
We need this in our lives. We need to be childish and childlike
We need to take this back from the evil men with evil intent
There is no point in blaming the devil, these men are the devil
They are our church leaders, our power brokers, our politicians,
Our puppet masters, the super rich who are morally bankrupt
They are just sick in the mind old men that need to be cured
from the evil and snake oil they’ve been happily selling us
Help us not to be them, and if all we can do is something
puerile and childish then so be it, I have become what I was
Never allowed to be; I have gained my innocence back
And have and will retain a child likeness of being