Ant Smith

All poems

Snapshot

Have I a right to use my eyes?
To capture scenes of shock and awe
To propagate the truth as lies
Have I a right then, to record?

To capture scenes of shock and awe
To claim them as my property
Have I a right then, to record?
For history makes a mockery

To claim them as my property
Those fleeting moments that I see
For history makes a mockery
Context frozen dubiously

Those fleeting moments that I see
Recorded in perpetuity
Context frozen dubiously
Hate yourself through the things I see

It's YOUR moment on stage
Your creeping old age
Your hair turning grey
Your forgotten yesterday
It's YOUR double chin
Your lopsided tits
Your toothless old grin
Your bloody beheading
If my eye offends thee
Then change the things you make me see

Recorded in perpetuity
To propagate the truth as lies
Hate yourself through the things I see
Have I a right to use my eyes?