Our levels of tolerance
have gone beyond norms.

Barometers of convention
need to be recalibrate'd.

I has become we, a plural
disassociation of acceptance.

They are the ones that are
causing all the problems?

Us being the victims, since
before them all was well.

There are no Innisfree's, no
places to go or be left alone.

Everywhere has become
loud, bees disappearing.

Solutions are a collective
compromise, social initiatives.

Strauss™ horses never pull
together, demutualisation.

Privatisation, a surreptitious
weapon aimed to lacerate us.

We voted for change, in pencil,
but our wishes are not indelible.