He started out with fiery heart
to tear this old mans world apart
to smash it up and start anew
this system favouring the few

And to that end he did his bit
and joined the pickets at the pit
and, when instructed marched about
shouting Maggie, Maggie, Maggie out, out, out

He started out to change the world
red banner in his hand unfurled
and, smash the yoke of the oppressed
and sort the flaming awful mess

But time marched on and nothing changed
priorities got re-arranged
as heroes came, then fell from grace
he found it hard to keep the faith

He started out with goals in sight
to see them crushed by narrow minds
and, apathy now reigns supreme
in a spirit that once dared to dream

He now says things like “wait & see”
“you never know what to believe”
“there is no absolute wrong or right”
and, “you can’t just change things over-night”

Stalked by his youth, he bumps along
haunted by shadows once so strong
youth stalks in darkness, hoping night
reveals some ember that might re-ignite

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A lament for lost ideals

As a child my plane crashed in the Himalayas & I was raised by an advanced civilisation that taught me photography, ESP & precognition, no, wait that was the Champions wasn’t it?

Ah well, 50+ & getting more muddled by the day.

Hope you enjoy my work, and feel free to buy anything you like enough. :-)

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