WALK WITH THE POETS.
My head has had enough of you,
you doomsday sooth-sayers, and
rationalists, that trap us in the world
that is.
Go weave your tales of “can't be
done”
to the dead, and those of no
imagination.
I want to walk with the utopian,
the dreamer and the poet,
laugh with the child and sing with the
wind.
Run with the deer, not with “the
market trend”
Enough of, “this is the way it has to
be”,
a world of poverty, wars and
inequality.
Now, I'll create the world I want to
see,
A world of sharing, peace and liberty.
I want the children to plan tomorrow,
the adult help them get there,
trees and flowers our treasured
possessions,
with birds and animals their keepers.
Who wants a world that chains us to
mortgage,
binds us to a labouring day, just to
eat bread?
Who wants to spend their life, feeding
fat-cats
while their own children go hungry?
No, this is not the world that has to
be,
in our foolishness and misplaced trust,
this is a world that has slithered over
us,
poisoning our mind, putrefying our
spirit.
Let's call on the poet, let's welcome
the dreamer,
let's take council with the utopian,
They'll
help us create a better world for all.
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