I wrote in the first week of September 1997. Princess Diana had just died and the news world was thrown into silence. The calm before the storm, the paps got hammered and yet the papers rolled off with every money making spin off they could. I remember Radio 1 played the same loop of songs including the haunting theme from Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence. Click here to listen.
I was sat, parked somewhere along the spine of road network that connects our truly brilliant country and I penned this, I was 22 years old.
Which is more powerful,
the gun or the lens?
One thing is certain,
They’re a means to an end.
Both of them active,
both of them still.
able to kill.
Hunt the rich and famous,
as if a bird of prey.
Scavenge like hyenas,
endless, night & day.
Scurry round like sewer rats,
humans are their morsels.
I wonder, are their parents proud?
Their children have ‘no’ morals!
Each of us, share the blame,
every day repeat the same.
We’re both as bad as one another,
we buy the papers and show each other.
How do we know what they say it true?
‘Cos they tell me & I tell you!
I wonder what some might say,
if they were still with us today.
We’ve lost some great people over the years,
media pressure…the pain…the tears.
The only people who gain from the lives they wreck,
are the big fat cats, with their big fat cheques.
© Adam Brooks – 1997