Neoliberalism Kills People - LowKey

How can I do a fire in the booth, when I’m trying just to maintain

And since June don’t hear the word fire in the same way?

Heard screams, splutters and them gasping for air

That’s not bars in a booth it’s so hard to compare

If I use fire as metaphor

Does that disrespect the people that are never more?

How does that bomb sound sound to those that bled in war, that we never saw?

Remember when they settled scores with metal swords like Skeletor

Chinese made gun powder, Nobel invented dynamite

They say the guilt in his mind compelled him to design the prize

We know what Einstein’s mind was like

How many geniuses we never knew that were deprived of life?

I can’t philosophise on horrifying flames

We don’t have to apologise or qualify our pain

De-Grenfellise our loved ones of the colonisers name

Should we let the corporate media lobotomise our brains?

You are beautiful, no matter how this life disfigures you

You’re beautiful even if that image you emulate isn’t you

I don’t know if history is linear or cyclical

But know I’m ridiculed for making invisibles visible

That’s why Plato said banish poets from the republic

‘Cause they know that we can shake the social system and disrupt it

The land of liberty, they tell us leave it or lump it

When Trump comes to the country we hope he chokes on his crumpet

Before we sink in the ocean, consider this as a omen

Nature’s blessings aren’t ours just ‘cause we think that we own them

Never think that you’re broken, or think that you’re no one

Remember a rope is strong because of strings interwoven

Where love dies

Where love dies

Where love dies

So neoliberal

Would they love you more if you mock the people that you’re from

Self-orientalise and believe that you belong?

Overcompensate and propagate the image of the imbecile?

Not uninvolved even though you’re further from the killing field

Take solace in the fact there’s always cracks in the monolith

Practically lobbing bricks like Asterix and Obelix

Distracted with gossip it’s twisted news an interlude

To adverts no hidden clues to listen to it’s pitiful

Rosa Luxemburg gave us this simple truth

You won’t feel your chains till the day you begin to move

He photographed a corpse and they flung him in the cage

Those that signed off on the cladding are still receiving their wage

Helicopters hovered close, pictures of the front page

Tried to speak all I really felt deep was numb rage

How could they see this pain at such a young age

Leaning out the window, screaming for help but none came?

If it bleeds it leads, trauma tourists they gravitate

Shock doctrine in effect, disaster capitalists salivate

Privatisation, deregulation and austerity

To zero-hour contracts, exploitation and precarity

Adults didn’t make it, children to be

Saved pennies on the block, dropped 20 million on the opera

We see through your cold plans, your programme is done

We don’t want a Prime Minister that holds hands with Trump

We don’t want DJs doing shows on military compounds

Can’t trivialise fire or hear any more bomb sounds

How can I smile when I know the remains are still not found

And echoing in my mind is exactly how the sobs sound?

They say we’re criminals for the syllables and stanzas

When they subsidise the killers tools, the pillagers and bankers

Who are the engines of history, people like me and you

Who got massacred for the right to vote at Peterloo?

It was imagineers, the poets and the artists

The miners, Tolpuddle Martyrs, William Cuffay and the chartists

Rebel and resist even through something small

Create windows with words and mirrors where once were walls

Manure contributes to the beauty of a rose

Why can’t we accept our pain as something that helps us grow

They wonder why songs that make you cry are more moving

‘Cause crying’s the only thing that we were born doing

They tell us tea is tradition to the English

When I look around this island not a tea plantation in it

Earl Gray gave 20 million to the slave traders

Multi-polar world now the Indians are space raiders

Freedom to be even or merely alienate labour

Freedom for fossil fuellers to desecrate and invade nature

Albert was an immigrant, Phillip is an immigrant

Were the Celts, Normans and the Anglo-Saxons English, then?

The words sugar, cotton and rice come from Arabic

Now we import democracy to civilise the Saracens

Analysing planets when this back water was wilderness

It seems we’re still obsessed with immortality like Gilgamesh

Pessimism of intellect, optimism of will

Wear the skin of their victims it’s syndrome Buffalo Bill

In times of permanent war there’s always someone to kill

But when life and death are virtual almost nothing is real

Neoliberalism kills people, kills people

Neoliberalism kills people, real people

Neoliberalism kills people, kills people