Funny how
when cut and dried
that place outside
looks greener

I've seen a
life quite different from my own
happy
caring
people
going home

and all I do is sit and moan,
it isn't fair
I should be happy, caring
it could be me
I should be there.

I think,
if change is easy
why is it so hard?

One day they'll build a monument to all the men
who
with good intent
set out to change the World in which we live
they'll take collections,
will you give?

I build a pyre
but it's them will burn me in the fire

they don't like me being so outspoken
and would much prefer me as a token gesture, the gesture being
salute the masters,
******* all the lot of them,

funny when
you start to write and the words don't match your mind.
I find the ink brings
its own opinions.