by Kaero Davis
Public Execution has been outlawed for a good couple of hundred years but has been reinstated court orderly by a federal judge. Reinstated for my court sanctioned consequence for crimes of treason against the government and ‘of infidelity to the nation-wide Australian public.’ The authorities had placed a black bag over my head and had my wrists cuffed behind my back, along with cuffs manacled to my ankles preventing a successful escape should the thought enter my mind.
After the parliamentary members took their stand to the back end of the platform they forced me to my knees and secured my head into the guillotine lock and removed the black bag. Each parliamentary member was heavily guarded by at least three security guards and sporting a black umbrella, shielding them from the pelting rain.)
A flash of lightening.
“Have you any last words for your treacherous-self beast?” one of the parliamentary members shouted over the roaring thunder. And another flash of lightening ripped through the sky.
“I am not the first, and nor shall I be the last,
Retribution’s thirst, will come all too fast,
All of you hypocrites have sealed your doom,
And Satan says to tell you, see you all soon…”
I winked and smiled.
Patriot
This day I die out in the street,
Head on the chopping block, on my knees,
Having deceived with ‘false’ dignities,
Leading a rebellion ’gainst usurping treaties,
Tyranny knows no limits,
Villainy flows on, implicit,
I meet demise fighting hard for our rights,
Never to comply but reciting my rites,
For I never stood by, nor bought into the plight,
But will bite down tight keeping freedom in my sight,
And I never even needed a gun,
Best weapon I had was my tongue,
Bet you never thought much success of anyone,
To have ever reached this much ‘chaos’ done,
Tyranny knows no limits,
Villainy flows on implicit,
Voices will grow more explicit,
As their choices are evermore twisted,
Giving a little but taking a whole heap,
You forget you’re not living amidst sheep,
These people have paid enough for your deeds,
Listen to them speak and meet their needs,
But the voices will grow on more explicit,
The more their choices are twisted before they’re given,
Don’t be accountable for more than you’re worth,
YOU wouldn’t be governed yourself by those who hurt,
Don’t force on the folk what they don’t deserve,
Don’t count on death as being as bad as trodden nerves,
I’ll take it to the end if I have to,
Undertake whatever it be that I must do,
And going to extremes would be taking on you,
I’ll lift the veil and let everyone view,
Tyranny has no boundaries and knows no limits,
Villainy reigns and flows endlessly implicit,
Voices will grow more dangerously explicit,
It’s the path twisted choices are given-
A destination you won’t want to visit.
Exit Scenario
The authorities repeated their final question to me after I’d finished my song.
“So, have you any further last words for your treacherous-self beast?” one of the parliamentary members shouted over the roaring thunder. And another flash of lightening ripped through the sky.
“I am not the first, and nor shall I be the last,
Retribution’s thirst, will come all too fast,
All of you hypocrites have sealed your doom,
And Satan says to tell you, see you all soon…”
I winked and smiled.
The executioner was then given the signal,
and the guillotine blade was released severing my head from my body…
Enter Scenario
“You’d think some folk would know better than they act. No sense, childish, reckless – careless. As if they don’t know how to talk or treat others properly and with a little more respect. It’s as if they were never paid too much attention or taught significant methods of communicating or dealing with shit at the most crucial time of their lives. I have been guilty of this a greagt many occasions myself, but… Do they really not know? Are they capable of understanding? How in God’s name can we be ok with this? How is not everyone bothered? Gone are the days when parents never let their children out of their sight to keep them from harm or hurting themselves – or others. Gone are the days where strangers would look out for fellow strangers. There’s hardly any trust and there’s hardly any REASON to trust. Too many people are being irresponsible and not too many people are on hand to counter-act the imbalance. We see it every day, on the news, in the street, at the beach, shopping centres, within schools – everywhere. It frustrates me so much that I would step up, take charge, and smack these stupid idiots into last week. Take ’em back to school. Jesus, is no one going to make a difference? Are all mankind going to lose respect for each other? It angers me that parents neglect their children or abuse them or even that it’s the other way around where these young dickheads abuse and mistreat their elders. For fuck’s sake, we are in the information age. Intel is literally at your fingertips within seconds. We’ve got books – and we’ve got motion pictures, documentaries, etc. a lot of us need to toughen up, rough it – where others need to take a chill-pill. Never bring another life into the world unless you genuinely wish to nurture it and teach it all it should know, and love it, if you do birth new life into this world and you have no idea how to handle it – research it. Too many children have been born for the sake of money and other selfish needs. Educate yourselves or for the love of God – so help me, I’LL play daddy…” – Pvogg.
Playin’ Daddy
Now everybody had better start walkin’ on eggshells,
Cause I want this world to be a better place to dwell,
You better lose that attitude or reap up my hell,
Cause I can break your body and make it a prison cell,
I think it’s time that I play daddy,
And you’re not gonna like it when I get angry,
Lookin’ like I gotta shake shit outta nappies,
And I get smacky as I go snappy,
Some stupid fuckers just don’t seem to care,
When you wreck my world you had just beware,
I can paralyse alone just with my glare,
And when you’re broken, beaten, battered, believe that was the fare,
It’s about time I start playin’ daddy,
This good father can be a real baddy,
Lookin’ like I gotta shake shit outta nappies,
And I get smacky when I go snappy,
My planet, my world is falling apart,
Nobody but me seems to have a heart,
Where the hell do I begin to start?
It’s lookin’ like I have to step up and take charge,
So it’s about time I play the daddy,
Dealin’ out to dickheads a hard handed smacky,
Gonna have to shake the shit from these nappies,
Moods all crappy now I’m goin’ snappy..
Exit Scenario
“Put that down! That’s not to be played with. All right Go to your room – NOW! DON’T look at me like that, you know you did wrong. That’s naughty! If you don’t listen to me I swear to God… For the last time do as I say. Oh, you want a hiding? Right! You’re not getting dessert tonight. Get out of my sight before I bend you over my knee…you’re grounded, mister. Right, get to your chores now and no
pocket money! NO? how do you think I can just let you get away with that? Who’s the father here? Look, when you start making your own money and pay the bills – you’ll be able to make your own rules, ’til then you’ll do as I tell you to under my roof! I’m taking away all your privileges. Until you can learn to be more responsible – then I’ll confiscate this. That is unacceptable – I will not tolerate that language! I don’t care if your dickhead mates do it – I’ll not have my son/ daughter be so stupid. Think before you speak. If you can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all! Oh really? Then I guess you’ll understand when you have kids for yourself…I wish you’d bloody listen to me. If it ain’t broken – don’t fix it. You kids are driving me nuts, fuck I could do with a drink. DON’T go running off to your mother when I’ve already said NO! You don’t need to know why – just don’t. I’ve had it up to bloody here with all of you. Can’t you see I’m busy? Go and fight with each other somewhere else and leave me in peace! Oh my GOD! JESUS CHRIST! How many times do I have to tell you? What are you still doing awake – go to bed, you have to be up early. You can’t expect me or your mother to pick up after you all the time – now get back in there and clean that shit up! Do I have to hold your hand? Jesus, can’t I have 5 minutes to myself? Can’t you see I’m busy? Sort it out yourselves, I don’t want to know about it. Cut. It. Out! You misbehave again and you’re going to get a smack. Don’t backchat me! If I have to turn this car around – you’re going to be sorry…” – Pvogg.
Enter Scenario
On the outskirts of the city is an industrial estate where a lot of big business activity is operated, within the walls of one of the major warehouses been abandoned by a previous legitimate company. This business activity happens each Sunday night after hours where mass restricted substances are often transacted and transported elsewhere to many various chains of mobs and gangs. And from there – spread further out into society through VIP lounges and nightclubs and other social events. The numbers gathering and doing business had climbed and the ring of underground operation was expanding. There were always strict instructions, a rule that everybody knew everyone and that no one was in anyway influenced by authorities – or at least had no ties. Everybody was well-known and well watched by everybody else. And everyone had an alibi at some safe point every now and then, and the site they all chose to operate from was rarely if not ever visited by potential threat on the particular day at the particular time. They were in and out of there between a maximum of 3-4 hours each Sunday night and the area normally had a generally high traffic count per usual between these hours as to not stir any suspicion. Nothing was out of the norm, you could expect to see the number of cars, vans, and light trucks and never assume anything more. And the vehicles were always the same colours as from the start, same make and models and never generated any other interest. Not one man ever had a moment to stand around to pick his nose or scratch his arse, no, there was always stock to move in and out upon each transaction, and as swift as they could be done so. Everything was well-timed and kosher, as far as anyone knew nothing out of the ordinary. Until this one Sunday night, this night a ruckus was spread about when a feller listening to a police scanner was alerted the police were on their way out to this destination. Everyone clambered around in a rush and before long they would all hear the sirens. A couple of vans had slammed their doors shut and managed to speed off into the night, some of the other folk jumped back in their cars and burnt rubber as they took off but some of the others weren’t so lucky to escape. They all brandished their guns and made barricades to hide behind and a few more of them began setting an ambush for the unsuspecting authorities. Orders were being barked out all round and everyone all got worked up at the prospect of being ratted out.
Rat-Tongue
The sirens coming sound,
And we’re all going down,
We’re all about to be found,
Abort operation underground,
The song of betrayal’s sung,
Like a sponge been tightly wrung,
Someone’s spread unease among,
With the slip of their rat-tongue,
Destroy all the evidence,
Employ mass irreverence,
Maintain subjective malcontents,
Detained under consequence,
The traitor succumbed to inquisition,
Left an undesirable position,
Too late to act on intuition,
Led our fall unto perdition,
No such thing as a brothers’ keeper,
Filthy maggots found are buried much deeper,
The higher the climb is a fall much steeper,
Intel seems sold far too cheaper,
We have all now been stung,
The rat-tongue must be bound and hung,
Eliminate the scum – lock aim your gun,
Teach the rat-tongue what he’s done,
Exit Scenario
Orders were being shouted all over the place, men all pointing out areas to others to position themselves in. the warehouse roller-doors were slid shut and bolted locked. Even the tall mesh fencing outside were chained up tight, and within moments a flurry of police squad cars all pulled up, their sirens illuminating the dark and whirring loud. Three to four swat vans turned up and armoured troops with machine guns all piled out and formed themselves amidst the blackspots of the buildings. They’d all set up ambush outside, and some awaited set to answer the call for infiltration. An officer called out over the megaphone to all men inside the warehouse to cease all operation and surrender peacefully. A single man started yelling back out to the police agreeing to surrender whilst motioning for the doors to be rolled open again. Another feller hidden behind the wall hit the button to mechanically draw the roller doors back. The officer commanded that they ‘come out with their hands up,’ and not one man inside the warehouse dared to move but all hesitated, still hidden for a moment. Silence, and then thousands of rounds of bullets of varied calibre were fired on the squadron of police and special tactics teams. Many of the authorities fell casualty before things began to change direction. Then, firing ceased and there was silence again. A vehicle caught fire with a loud ‘bang’ and then more ammunition was emptied out at the authorities. More men went down, and then some of the swat’s special forces broke their way in through and picked off a dozen or so of the gunner’s up front. Another team of swat special forces moved in followed by a few of the police officer’s and they’d taken out a further three rows of barricades shielding the gang members. The offenders that remained had just about run empty of ammunition and dropped their guns, throwing their arms to the sky and dropping to their knees. Anyone still left alive were cuffed and taken away for questioning and prison-time. They never caught the ringleader but they had set business back on the men for a good lifetime. And for the time then on that the offenders had been imprisoned – word was sent out between their contacts of a snitch, and to keep a sharp ear out for anyone mysteriously disappearing and then popping back out unscathed, and the hunt for the snitching rat continues.
Enter Scenario
“You know those times when you’re in heated discussion and everyone’s so excited that you can’t seem to get a word in? everyone’s shouting out frantically – speaking over the top of everybody else – and you see no one’s actually listening to the sense you’re trying to make – but then all because of a sudden they turn to you and they’re all silent but watching you, waiting for your piece of mind but you know what? You’ve forgotten what it was you were trying to say over the top of them all. And now you’ve lost the plot. You can’t remember the point you were trying to make – in all your burning desire – someone cut across you – said something surprising enough to make you think about what they were saying – and in the mix of the energies – you forgot what you were saying.
I’ve had hundreds of those scenarios happen to me and it does irrita
te me some. But when I used to try stand my ground at home, it’d always happen in the way I’d forget what I was saying. And to this day I swear it was a peculiar technique used in control and silencing me back then – because I swear it’s what these bullies of so-called-parents of mine would do to me – and I could never prove they were doing it on purpose – which I swear is what they were in fact doing, and they’d deny it. They’d say I was full of shit. Too much confusion because everyone was always making me fucking second-guess myself so that naturally, I would never be certain of anything. Bullshit huh? I knew I really wasn’t mad but they’d even made me question that sanity in myself. And I know now what they were doing. That’s clear to me now – they really were driving me insane. A rebel without a real reason, a rebel without a cause – is almost no rebel at all. See? That’s Control.” – Ccessetti.
Rebel Without A Cause
Could you handle being me for one day at my worst?
Find out just how much I’ve hurt,
My father came to me one day,
And I cried at what I heard him say;
“Your sisters are afraid to be around you,
You’re completely unpredictable, don’t know what you’ll do,
We’re all afraid you’ll black out at night,
Leave us all for dead before the sun will rise..”
I know he’s right, he always is,
