Broken Biscuits (Poetry)

I’m creeping out the window
or some narrow opening
I’m getting clear before it’s here —
the final reckoning

It’s all down to broken biscuits
and the help that never came
one bugle call brought down the wall
but evil stayed the same

It festers black and greedy
in the suited money men
it stalks the streets while angels sleep
blames banker Jews again

Somebody promised freedom —
it’s why they fought a war
millions died — those who survived
are wondering what for

When scientists send warnings
big corporations shrug
they shelve reports, ignore the courts
skirt round the hole they’ve dug

And life’s all broken biscuits —
just a packetful of crumbs
we climb the stairs, we mumble prayers
but rescue never comes

Meanwhile, somebody profits
selling bullets, dope or whores
a few protest, the comic jests
but most just stay indoors

While it festers — dark and dangerous
offers wealth and shallow fame
it used to be a Judas tree
but now it’s changed its name

I’m relying on that window
for I mean to miss the show
the music’s sad — the ending’s bad
just one place left to go