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Better world

Sat 15th Apr 2017










I do not care for flakes of gold


nor the flames of ash


my heart sits, set in stillness


as your words masquerade as dust


 


We sit and wait for the future


with time passing time


and fire passing fire


commandments become chains


dancing in the mirror mocking


the angel face flint like stone stands unamused


as ignorance is crowned


 


What is this world in which we drown?


 


A crevice of immortal hate sits and sings of prejudice beating, crushing humanity


the thorn has migrated to the soul and forgotten how to love


deafness brings noise reversing our screens to murmurs


as the demons of the mind break free


 


If we could drink this hate like oxygen


destruction would be easy


hands would join together in selfless sacrifice


but we are blind


 


We have become players who roll the dice and declare the object unequal


justifying fear in the wake of black eyeless shadows


we have become prisoners


we must turn on silence and let it follow us as we speak


running to revert this sunset, yellowed by sickness


 


It's time to let the wingless butterfly breathe


you don't always have to fly to make a change


suffering is a scar but it is not the end


and in this knowledge we must ascend, resuscitate


not in the name of conformity but for the minority


that spark that lives in all of us


 


We are more than rejected reflections


more than pawns in this chess game


we are Kings, Queens and everything in between


 


With patience comes understanding and in understanding there will be patience


as much as death gives life to the living there will be a chance, a new beginning,


a landscape on which to build a better world


We shall fall down strong


and see that we are not simply beings in time but in a time of being


the waves of our past reluctant ice


now melt the mirror


and though we may struggle against this tide


the hope of life's jacket is true


and from this chaos we shall rise


 

© Kay Channon


Kay

is a poet and PhD student at the University of Chichester. Earlier this
year her debut poetry collection The Dark Side of Light was published
by Bardic Media and is available through Amazon, Wordery or Blackwells.
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