The Change

A season of storms,
not Winter anymore –
that Age has passed,
the Golden Age
when weather changed
like a child’s face,
a downpour of tears,
a sunny smile,
something to wonder at
being no fault of ours,
no fault of mine.
For some with flooded homes
and some drowned
or killed by falling trees,
the change is real
and there’s no appeal:
that Age has passed.
It couldn’t last.


If a comet was heading
to destroy the Earth,
they’d say at first
‘a one per cent chance
that it will hit’,
later, ‘two, five, ten…’
and so on, to keep us calm
despite the growing problem in the sky.

As for climate change,
they set deadlines years ahead
but years ago they set deadlines
that have long since passed.
Yes, all you skeptics,
the time to change your mind
was indeed a false alarm.
But at least they kept you calm.


Useless, the Rights of Man:
institutions and the state
and businesses that are too big
control our daily fate.

Powerless, in such numbers
we each are swamped by all
in cities in our millions
we are strangers more and more.

The cult of self so well divides,
we fear to unite
against the keyboards that delete
ineptly or in spite.

Binding is our source of strength,
not pursuing ‘live the dream’,
the state wants individuals,
not you and me, a team.

It wants us to believe that life
is buying, nothing more
and keeps us all distracted
with news that scares us all.

Well, now it seems the end is nigh:
individuals – we are doomed!
By looking out for Number One
our destruction is assumed.

This is how the world will end,
not a whimper or a bang
but a failure to be human beings.
Individually, we will hang.

A bank account that locals share
makes everybody rich
with a will to work together
if we dare to make the switch.

Alliances in time would bond,
conglomerating more
giving each of us a way at last
to even up the score.

Each human being protected by
only others of their kind;
the state now just a servant
attendant on mankind.

The size of economic units –
that’s where power lies,
and sharing means resources last
much longer if we’re wise.

So with no pain we’d ease the cost
to Earth of humankind.
We might even last forever
so use you minds – and bind.