No Revolution (The State of Exception)
This is no seventeen or sixty-eight
This is something we’ve never seen before
Seen everywhere at once.
This is the uprising that happens
When pygmy politicians have passed the final buck
Agitators given up
And firebrands gone home to their beds.
It is leaderless, aimless and animal
Its manifesto unknown
Even to those
Who are burning on the street.
This is the insurrection that nobody wants to own
Unlike all those trainers and plasmas
All those smart phones
That call from shop windows
And beg us to take them home
By cash in hand, or payment plan
Or any means necessary.
It does us little credit
Now there’s no credit left
To borrow away all consequence
And stay one step ahead of debt.
This is the culture of no responsibility
The self-fulfilling assurance of no-such-thing-as-society
Of weapons never found and wars that never end
Of taxes never enacted, because you know they’ll be avoided
By those who can best afford.
This is the promised end of an ASBO education,
Of broken homes and second homes
Of phone hacks and bailouts and duck-moats
Pay-per-view porn expenses and illegal house arrest.
This is the state of exception
Where you can’t see badges and faces
Of those who police by consent.
This is the constant evocation
Of the latest existential threat
That means the law will keep bending
Though Tomlinson and Duggan are dead
And there will never, ever be justice
For Jean Charles de Menezes.
There can never, ever be justice
Is what this eruption says
There is no-one to lead the revolution we need
So take what you can carry, grab what you can get.
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