A Revolutionary Poem

Lest we forget

I see the UK covid whitewash has been officially released, drawing all the conclusions that anyone with a shred of critical thinking capability predicted from the outset, and paving the way for worse to come. I find myself wondering if anyone at all believes any of this any more. Then I meet someone who does, and I wonder if they are still a majority. Then I get depressed and pour a glass of wine.

But I can see holly berries glowing in crisp morning sunlight and my next few days will be filled with real people doing real stuff in real places - local am-dram and song, farmers market, beer and laughter in pubs, and at least one gathering to protest (for what it’s worth) against government tyranny - that sort of thing.

By the way, I don’t really like didactic poems but sometimes, in my “FFS!” moments, they burst out. This simple expression of exasperation, dressed up as a call to action, was written a few years ago but I can’t remember exactly when. It’s Digital ID now, but nothing has changed.

A REVOLUTIONARY POEM

Halt the tests and uninstall the apps!
Hasten the long-overdue collapse
of this corrupted edifice of lies.
Silence the devices, claim the street,
breathe deep and smile to greet each soul you meet
with fellowship, look right into their eyes.

Connect the units of humanity
to see beyond this mass insanity.
Summon strength to doubt and dare to ask
why anyone should do what makes no sense,
why all that’s called for is obedience
while malice smirks behind symbolic masks.

To challenge vested interest, power and wealth,
remember the true elements of health:
that healing’s not dispensed with packs of pills
nor mandatory shots into each arm.
True physicians advocate no harm,
but understand the nature of our ills.

For this, their stifled voices go unheard
by the great mass of the compliant herd
who trust, believe and seek to do what’s right
with a credulity that turns them slave.
It’s growing late to choose what we should save
before it’s lost without an honest fight.