It's been a while.

I haven't written anything for a while, I haven't had the heart or the inspiration to produce anything. No funny limericks, or witty odes or anything like that. Today, though a line came into my head and I wrote this:

Anger

There is an anger deep inside me, a burning anger, a hopeless anger

An anger which draws my strength away and drains my hopes.

This anger fuels a fear, a fear that the world is being dragged

Not kicking and screaming but placidly into a future

A future where the mass of the population is still used as fodder

As fodder for the few to thrive and profit, amass wealth and watch

As the people are walked over, ignored, and used as tools to be discarded

Thrown away like trash when they cannot produce yet more

To be ignored and replaced by another wave of poor souls

And another, and another, ad infinitum unless we stand up

Stand up for what is right. Stand up for equality, stand up for hope

Stop the few who profit from the many, give hope to the poor,

The maltreated, the oppressed and the exploited

The vast majority who are being mocked by the so-called elite

An elite in their own eyes who have convinced the many

That they deserve the power they have.

Until those people are removed or have their privilege curtailed

Until no-one has billions, and no-one has nothing

Until everyone has a roof over their head and food in their belly

Until everyone can get an education and live in a decent caring world

Until that day comes the anger deep inside me and the boiling frustration

They will remain.