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& so I work for a future time

 

& so I work for a future time

 

& so I work for a future time

When the depressed conditions of the present

Will become more acute & desperate

Perhaps then some unity for the people

A chance for real structural change

That unlike the mistakes of the past

Doesn’t create gulags & newspeak, (we already have a surveillance state)

& doesn’t interfere with the freedom of the mind

Where universities will again be public

Where we'll have enough hospital beds

Where no corporations own God’s rain

Where people feel less under attack from one another

Where working is not so coercive

Where people are less alone

Where there are homes for everybody

& enough to eat & drink

Where people are warm in the wintertime

Then maybe, we can work out what it means to be human

So that we can better cooperate

That we can better, more intimately, communicate

Where we are allowed diversity of ideas

Where we are allowed freedom of speech

Where it’s no longer dog eat dog

Where we’re no longer divided & conquered

& communities are given a chance to grow

We must hold out hope

& promote universal rights

No more silos as the titanic sinks

No more fighting over lifeboats

No more second class citizens

No more use of our population

As economic units

Thanks Max, credit where credit’s due

This poem wouldn’t written today

Without the chats between me & you

My sister

But it's gonna get worse before it gets better

So here's to poets who care about more than their careers

& warriors who care about more than money

& mothers & fathers who teach not every stranger is a danger

& getting off ya phone & earbuds

& walking outside of your isolation pods

We gotta stick together

The dance ain't over

It's only just begun

Sing wisely for the future 

For the young & those to come


 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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