This is a poem I wrote some time ago in England

This is a poem I wrote some time ago in England

by June 8, 2017 0 comments

This is a poem I wrote some time ago in England. I’m dedicating it today to that brave yearning, endangered animal: the British voter. Tomorrow is the day you define what being British really means.
Is it still the steadfast, independent spirit that fights for, even dies for, a just and equal, better society? or have you caved into the cynicism nurtured by the greedy and the power hungry who can only envisage satisfaction as long as someone else is losing.
As I say below, “Now is the time to stand up and be counted on”! Don’t believe the pundits and the polls. Vote for what is right and be proud that regardless the outcome, you stood for justice, truth and the best of the British spirit.
Vote for your country, my British friends, vote for your country; not its masters who have led us astray!
Led Astray
So what is this mad dash to mediocrity all about?
This rush to the unexceptional
The unconstructed.
Why is Mediocrity now good enough?
When did crap become the new black?
What is this sad dash to be just ordinary?
To be nothing more than
The least your parents could ever hope for.
What is this panic to just get by,
Until you just die?
What is this rush to go nowhere in particular all about?
Or nowhere that takes too long
Or where the parking’s bad.
Nowhere too hard.
Nowhere too sad.
What is this?
We all baba sheep now?
Following each other around,
In spiralling circles,
Clustered around fears,
Clutching at small comforts and dry tears?
Go with the herd girl,
Go following that crowd over there, boy.
Follow those brown bullets,
Littering the ground.
That’s where the herd is:
Where the grass is already eaten.
You wanna eat?
You wanna be free?
You gotta go your own way, man.
Woman, go your own way.
It’s time to stand up and be counted on.
It’s time to see in your small fragment of broken mirror
The reflection of a duty unbound
By any petty comfort or lame excuse:
To be just who you are!
Not, who you were meant to be.
Who you are:
An unfolding blossom . . .
Petal lips pursed,
In anticipation of your own occurrence in this world.
The eternal bloom that is your mind.
Without which,
Without whom
None of this would be.
For you: Charles Shaar Murray, Grimly Dix, Simon Spencer, Simon Coleby, Patrick Mills, Liam Sharp, Dominic Wells, Roz Kaveney, Neil Gaiman, Rian Hughes, Mal Earl, Olivia Goldkind-Brooks, Non Taylor, Andrea Mann, Gilad Atzmon, Nick Cannon, Nigel Dobbyn, Philip J Bond, David Lloyd, Glenn Fabry, Geoff Ryman, Bambos Georgiou, Sarah McCloughry, Hannah Northedge, Graham Wilson, Simon Moorhead, Millie Harley, Jessie Ní Leacaí

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