Leather Shoes (79)

Leather Shoes (79)

1

I tried to save this planet

For the hippies, I once knew

But my communist revolution

Was the goose that never flew

So capitalism was the winner

See it spreading everywhere

Like some obnoxious weed

In a realm beyond repair

Chorus

Must I truly offer something

For the debt I owe to Grace

Overwhelmed by corruption

Made by us, the human race?

Or can I forget this planet

And go easy on good news

So Grace can do the honours

And put on some leather shoes?

2

As I didn’t save our planet

Thanks to flawed humanity

What better than my saviour

With His promise to save me?

Liberation is my tonic

I don’t need to do a thing

Since Grace is my provider

And Jesus Christ is my King

Chorus

Must I truly offer something

For the debt I owe to Grace

Overwhelmed by corruption

Made by us, the human race?

Or can I forget this planet

And go easy on good news

So Grace can do the honours

And put on some leather shoes?

3

Well I gave up on this planet

Since I hadn’t won a round

And I settled for salvation

Like a ruby, I had found

But when Grace became exhausted

Well I knew something was wrong

And my works were preferred

To the couch, I slept upon

Chorus

I believe our works are worthy

To perform and serve to Grace

Overwhelmed by the corruption

That’s all around the human race

So I strive to save this planet

And I try to bring good news

By investing in kind actions

And a pair of leather shoes

4

Now in service to this planet

And to help the poor in need

I believe Grace will be happy

When I perform a kindly deed

Yet my planet-saving mission

Maybe thwarted I suppose

As I’m just a human being

So a thorn beside a rose

Chorus

I believe our works are worthy

To perform and serve to Grace

Overwhelmed by the corruption

That’s all around the human race

So I strive to save this planet

And I try to bring good news

By investing in kind actions

And a pair of leather shoes

The End

© Frankie Espirit

Evolution Versus Religion (78)

Evolution Versus Religion (78)

Round One

Natural selection

What a wicked way to be

We are slaves to competition

Generating misery

We can sell off social housing

We can trash the forests green

Since Richard Dawkins taught us

To support the selfish gene

Round Two

Never mind about the rivers

Or the health of oceans now

Or that naughty word, pollution

That is spreading fast somehow

We are slaves to competition

We are designed to be mean

Since a biologist has decided

God is probably a selfish gene

Chorus

Capitalism is our system

Competition our mindset

When the steed is evolution

Please meet Darwin’s little pet

What a pity it is losing

Oh my God, please return

Now that ruthless competition

Is giving cause for great concern

Round Three

Natural selection

Is the term that experts use

Now that God is dead and buried

Leaving scientists to wear his shoes

As the slaves of competition

There is little choice in this

Selfishness is our religion

Nurtured by big business

Round Four

Never mind about the rivers

Or the Shrinking forests green

Just remember Herbert Spencer

Who helped create the selfish gene

There may well be contradictions

What a monster we have reared

Otherwise called the corporates

That replace God with a beard

Chorus

Capitalism is our system

Competition our mindset

When the steed is evolution

Please meet Darwin’s little pet

What a pity it is losing

Oh my God, please return

Now that ruthless competition

Is giving cause for great concern

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Planet Saver (77)

The Planet Saver (77)

1

I’m a planet-saving person

So a most unusual man

And I’m highly motivated

To achieve the best I can

But world saving is expensive

Everybody needs a hand

If you care about this planet

Then why not give me a grand?

2

I’m a very busy person

I have so much work to do

There’s a forest to be planted

And some oceans to clean too

If we are to save the rivers

That are in a dreadful state

Then dig deep into your pockets

Say two grand would be just great

Chorus

Planet-saving is expensive

People just have no idea

By nature I am frugal

How I hate the taste of beer

It’s not easy cleaning oceans

Planting forests is hard too

Believe me, I am wasted

So the meadows, I leave you

3

I’m a planet-saving person

Yet most days I work alone

I just need a small donation

And the loan of your iPhone

Well I need to stay connected

As most people will agree

As I try to clean the water

That is flowing in the sea

4

So be generous with your money

Let us save the world, my friend

From the usual high polluters

Chasing their next dividend

Money needs a social target

Rather than some Cadillac

To pollute our holy planet

Worse than any maniac

Chorus

Planet-saving is expensive

People just have no idea

By nature I am frugal

How I hate the taste of beer

It’s not easy cleaning oceans

Planting forests is hard too

Believe me, I am wasted

So the meadows, I leave you

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Legacy (76)

The Legacy (76)

1

Red Riding Hood, I’m sorry

To hear granny is now dead

The wolfhound didn’t eat her

But old age killed her instead

You inherit granny’s cottage

I come free, a general hand

With a German motorcycle -

It’s a Horex looking grand

Well it has an open sidecar

Granny used to gather wood

So she might survive the winter

Keeping warm and looking good

As with any combination

Find a nice deserted track

Since to ride a combo safely

You will need to get the knack

Chorus

Granny gave us her religion

A fine treasure built on deed

So more valid than a sermon

That sees God inside a creed

To be scornful of the needy

Or to make fun of their plight

Is a trick used by the wealthy

To convince us greed is right

2

Red Riding Hood, I’m happy

To open your Granny’s plan

It’s about saving this planet

From the very worst in man

It will certainly take an effort

There can be no other way

Than a cultural revolution

To reverse moral decay

We can load our motorcycle

That was used to carry wood

With the kind of honest values

That stand out as fine and good

Add to this ethics from Heaven

And fine virtues once conveyed

With tradition in the background

And respect for what God made

Chorus

Granny gave us her religion

A fine treasure built on deed

So more valid than a sermon

That sees God inside a creed

To be scornful of the needy

Or to make fun of their plight

Is a trick used by the wealthy

To convince us greed is right

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Law of the Jungle (75)

The Law of the Jungle (75)

1

Red Riding Hood my precious

What are we supposed to do

In the wake of Che Guevara

And the war on Vietnam too?

It’s dangerous to be a commie

And to share what we possess

Even though free competition

Has created a right mess

What a pity it’s a crime to be a Commie

When in fact Red Riding Hood is hard to beat

And much nicer than so many of the merchants

Trading shares or climbing stairs in Oxford Street

2

They don’t care about this planet

Justice doesn’t mean a thing

And they love to hurt religion

Like with Martin Luther King

They killed heaps in North Korea

About three million people dead

Well it’s good to kill a commie

Some American general said

To be a commie can be risky -

For Vietnam worse than bad

To see Agent Orange kill off

A big part of what they had

American napalm set on fire

Villages made out of straw

To an all American chorus

Let us kill commies galore

3

Red Riding Hood my precious

How can we be such a threat

For believing in the workers

Plus a decent safety net?

Competition can be ruthless

In a game of endless war

Called survival of the fittest

Or some Herbert Spencer law

What a pity it’s a crime to be a Commie

When in fact Red Riding Hood is hard to beat

And much nicer than so many of the merchants

Trading shares or climbing stairs in Oxford Street

4

They don’t care about this planet

Just as long as they grow rich

Minus kindness or compassion

The first things they love to ditch

You must beat the competition

And devalue human life

But then Natural Selection

Rides upon the back of strife

To be a commie can be risky -

For Vietnam worse than bad

To see Agent Orange kill off

A big part of what they had

American napalm set on fire

Villages made out of straw

To an all American chorus

Let us kill commies galore

5

Red Riding Hood my precious

Must they really be so cruel

With the values of a spider

That is climbing up a wall

Looking down at Humpty Dumpty

What a mess his body made

When he lost his old position

And then met-up with a spade

What a pity it’s a crime to be a Commie

When in fact Red Riding Hood is hard to beat

And much nicer than so many of the merchants

Trading shares or climbing stairs in Oxford Street

6

They don’t care about this planet

Trade is what they love the most

And those moments of perfection

Like some Rolls Royce Silver Ghost

Yet beyond their fine adornments

And the paper planes they make

It’s so easy to chase pleasure

That is transient or fake

To be a commie can be risky -

For Vietnam worse than bad

To see Agent Orange kill off

A big part of what they had

American napalm set on fire

Villages made out of straw

To an all American chorus

Let us kill commies galore

 

The End

© Frankie Espirit

A Question of Conscience (74)

A Question of Conscience (74)

1

The power to make money

Gives us comfort I believe

What a pity that so many

Have to borrow and to thieve

There is endless competition

For those plotting to succeed

So what kind of people are we

If we fail to deal with greed?

2

How many years of study

On route for a good degree

Leading to okay employment

And not abject poverty

Let me now sidestep the married

That have many mouths to feed

So what kind of people are we

If we fail to deal with greed?

Chorus

I am weary of excuses

That the greedy often make

As they dish out to the needy

A few crumbs and not the cake

So how about it, rich and wealthy

Why be mean for heaven’s sake?

It’s as if you want the poorest

To be dumped into a lake

3

We all need a little money

Do we ‘sell-out’ to get there?

So our landlord will be genial

And nothing like a grizzly bear

If by now we have some children

Love and care is what they need

So what kind of people are we

If we fail to deal with greed?

4

Looking far into the future

Maybe robots will hold sway

With contempt for Mr Luddite

Who might start a small foray

I suppose the usual wealthy

Will grow richer, yes indeed

As they deal with Mr Luddite

And encourage human greed

Chorus

I am weary of excuses

That the greedy often make

As they dish out to the needy

A few crumbs and not the cake

So how about it, rich and wealthy

Why be mean for heaven’s sake?

It’s as if you want the poorest

To be dumped into a lake

 

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Abuse Industry (73)

The Abuse Industry (73)

1

Abuse by institution

How sad for this to be

Lose a decent reputation

And you have my sympathy

They can steal your source of income

They can sabotage your trade

Or arrest you for no reason

Like Kim Dotcom in a raid

2

Abuse by institution

Or the servants of the State

That are following some order

Or their latest strange mandate

Is it power they are wanting?

Or promotion that they need?

Can there be another reason

Such as ignorance or greed?

Chorus

If power be a flower

Then a rose bush is your bed

And the feathers you require

Are now briar thorns instead

With your reputation ruined

And no shield for you to hold

Don’t you compromise salvation

And trade your briar thorns for gold

3

Abuse by institution

With its knuckle duster fist

The worst are the secret service

Should your name get on their list

Social workers can be crazy

Policemen can abuse the law

Tax inspectors can be cheaters

More than happy to rob the poor

4

Abuse by institution

Corporations I must add

For abusing their position

And corrupting what we had

Tradition was a treasure

But you won’t find much today

With the trash that we are making

And bad culture now holding sway

Chorus

If power be a flower

Then a rose bush is your bed

And the feathers you require

Are now briar thorns instead

With your reputation ruined

And no shield for you to hold

Don’t you compromise salvation

And trade your briar thorns for gold

The End

© Frankie Espirit