I am going to write
From my veins
Until paramedics
And care assistants
And teachers
And anyone
And everyone
Who lives
With goodness within
And compassion,
And moral compasses,
Are paid the same
As politicians
And financiers,
As celebrities
And over-inflated
Sportspeople who
Warm their hands
At the braziers
Where merchants burn
The souls of nations.
We will puncture those
Inflated bladder-balls,
For life is filled
With a natural appetite
To reach for ways
Beyond their devices,
Beyond the doctrines
Designed by desire
And ego, beyond
You and I as two
Distinct entities,
For if politics
And those other
Primacies are
Institutions for Lies,
Institutionalised
By their own nightmares,
Then I am the vein,
And I am the peace
To undo deceit,
I am the pen
To re-write
The contracts
And promises failed
By self-serving men.
Tag: purpose
El Salto De Altura
If there is to be no more normal
Then I for one am glad,
When reporters refer to a body count
As records from an Olympiad.
Normal was overrated,
Kept me pacified and doled;
I would find a new future unplacated,
Blazing brightly, urgent and bold,
Which unites the common purpose,
A worldwide convention with soul and mind,
Which unbottles potential from the normal,
And greater rewards there we will find
Than the politico and press combined
With chancellors and professors
Could not imagine in their time,
And we halt the hidden transgressors.
