Cerulean said:
But those are funny pics, yours deffo not.
Let me explain their writing(and you've only seen very little of it) once and for all. It is not meant to be funny, it is meant to point a direct finger at the hypocrisy in each and every one of us surrounding these issues, issues of violence, agression, sex, religion, racism, prejudice in general, all condoned by our societies and the way we live as people supporting it and always lying to ourselves about it in us, and how it is used to control us. Look at how people react when they don't sit back and try to understand what is being said. Violently. Blindly.
These writings of Ben, Chris and Raf's are complete sarcasm, satire, etc. It is meant to be a knife in your heart filled with it's own hypocrisies. We as societies support all of these abuses if it is being sold to us through the media, through religion, sexism, use of minors to sell everything through pseudo-sex, stereotypes we idolize to emulate which keep us down, or used to control us by any outside force that wants to. Why? Hypocrisy. We can't see it.
This is a peom that Chris, Ben's brother wrote that I think explains their intentions well. I hope it does not offend some people, it is not meant to, ok? Just read it, please, with an open mind. There is nothing offensive in it, it isn't like the others.
Chris, this poem kicks ASS.
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The dissipated stench of death
with clothing bearing dissipated breath
from people breathing into sleaves
or coughing, the mouths the sleaves would sheathe
Or the front of the shirt,
when cars go by,
breathing into cotton
cause the fumes are rotton
and water in the eye
as they drive by.
The smell of the leaves
the sense it bereaves
and soon I'll be gone
and the park will be full
with the hundreds, or tens
of locals who party
by throwing their frisbees
a little too hearty
and they'll feed kids on disney
to pass the time
no more reading books
full of nursury rhyme.
The television is on
and the cigarette lit
and the nights are long
with coughing fits
as the kids use their sleaves
to cover their mouths
as their parents light death
inside their own house
and the sleave sheathe will capture
the kids caught in rapture
or maybe just caught
uncommonly short
stunted growth
rather gross
people smell horrid
their souls smell putrid
their eyes are bloodshot
their minds are stupid.
The drugs are relations
to death and sensations
and pop revelations
channelled reincarnation?
dancing with death yet
right on death's doorstep
having drugs while she's pregnant
is fucking ignorant
and the crack baby screams
and she'll just get adopted
to a family with a different name
self esteem maybe propped up
but for every good situation
a million are bad
parents natural and borrowed
make children all sad.
New adults come forth
from their childhood from hell
can't read or spell,
Social skills have fell
from the place that they dwell
or should, perhaps would
if the people on top
wouldn't be so damn greedy
but they won't stop.
And they'll light up the screen
and they'll put on a show
and the sight will be seen
Dark night... tv glows.
And the lower class suffers
on the smoke of their mothers
to supress the pain
and the shaking and strain
from the beating from daddy
who is off in his caddy
now someone else is suspecting
maybe they'll be expecting
and the child'll be mummy
at age 14 dummy
in the child's mouth
so it can't scream or shout
and the education goes on
the "mis" part grows strong
And they hate their own lives
cause they don't know how to change it
men beat their own wives
it's how we arrange it
emotional outburst
forgotten with a drink
and the outburst will get worse
when he can't think
and the child who's lucky that he's got a father
cries to sleep, cause daddy hits harder
than mummy or grandma or even the teacher
who's stupid as well cause they didn't even teach her
cause the wages are corrupted
and out of proportion
Government needs to be interrupted
and stripped of a portion
as the politician business man
makes his little business plan
Of doctors and lawyers he's a fan
And he'll do what he can
to increase his income
so the money will come
into his hands
from other lands
from gold and oil
great lands they spoil
and people they slaughter
no good drinking-water
so supply of rations
that's out of fashion
as the capitalist weapons shine
in the hand of the ruler
of a third world country
where the people are crueler.
But that's not right,
people are the same all over
all people are liars
like a 3 leaf clover
everyone is the same
they're all stupid and greedy
make the rich poor and the poor rich
soon you would all see
The pettiness of people
born into money
is the same as that in poverty
and it's not funny.
And it's not ironic
and it's not powerful
and it's not demonic
that's just how it is.
People are dying
being born, and killing.
For every one gone
another is willing
to fill the roles set out
by a history of lies
and a history of truth
that is full of goodbyes
for the endless truth is very near
there's no heaven or hell
we just disappear.