Sometimes you know what you want to say, but realise that it will come out as a rather long monologue, and not the way you wanted it. Thought to word is a complicated process, and we don't always get it right. So to cut the crap, I thought I would try it with a wee poem I put together some years ago.
Now
No time to theorise the market economy
no time to mark out the nations boundary
injustice is now.
No time to measure the moon with a measuring tape
no time to catalogue the deeds of the great
injustice is now.
No time to worship purloined power
no time to kneel at the ivory tower
hunger is now.
No time to let illusions swamp the mind
no time to be lead like a host of blind
hunger is now.
It’s time to cast your silence to the ground
it’s time to use actions your anger found
freedom can be now.
It’s time to hold fast to your heart’s dictate
it’s time to rise in anger against the state
freedom can be now.
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