Ant Smith

This Life

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?

This Life