You Can't Get Angry Anymore

You suspect that you exist inside a Hopper masterpiece,
frozen, like a nighthawk in a frame.
Sinking in a glass of your own regret,
yet, you know that 'The Man' is to blame.
You listen to reviews of films you'll never watch,
and tune in to a voice you cannot hear.
Overstay your welcome with an imaginary friend,
and identify with Sam The Schizoid's fear.
And do you do as you're told, where once you used to break the law?
'Cos you just can't get angry anymore.

Are you bleak and remote like a Dartmoor prison cell,
in that life of denial that you lead?
Years of asking questions and waiting for an answer,
Still you see through the lies that you read.
Did you exorcise your demons? and fears you never mention?
from always seeking someone else to blame.
Was there comfort in the crowd? No need to speak aloud,
with your back turned against that ageing window frame.
And now, do you leave it up to someone else to march against the war?
Because you just can't get angry anymore.

Were you once the fugitive on route eighty six?
were you the one they used to talk about in code?
Did you wear the badge with pride? Never one to hide,
while your friends dropped in the middle of the road.
Was you hefted like a pawn in someone else's move?
and sacrificed along with your class.
Now you sit and watch the sun go down and hear the robin sing,
as the shadows slowly creep across the grass.
And you follow the piper's tune, that you used to ignore.
Because you, just can't get angry anymore.



Capability Red August 2011