Care Home.
care ,
home ,
neither care nor home ;
we are turnips hung upon the rack ,
awaiting the inevitable
being tossed into the sack ,
sans identity ,sans something to say ,
sans someone to be,sans someone who matters ;
we are ” product ” ,
an object for ” professionals ”
to exercise their medieval superstitions on ;
group activities , collectively remembering
a past that never even existed ,
giving us meals ,wiping our arse
the time surely is at hand
when we have to end this farce .
Brilliant primarily because it is bold just like the voice in the 70s. I really miss this kind of boldness in ideas.
Your perceptive comments are greatly appreciated !
The 70’s were in my view a high point in popular music.