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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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