The Revolution Will Not Be Minimised
Political awareness is power, although it may feel like despair, in a world so diabolically unfair. How I yearn for society built on sharing, creating a viable space, where flesh does not burn in the face of authority, felled from the towers of grace. This shower of shit has gone on for so long, the flavour of fascism far too strong, flowers cut down before they can grow. We know now how this could all end. Send this message out loud and clear. Time to wake to our role in the biosphere. To those shaken with fear, misdirected with tricks, by the blinding incendiary politics: the true threat is here in front of your eyes, in the far right position of capitalist lies, invested in fuelling the radicalised, and intending to demonise all opposition. While jailed are the firemen, for saving the lives of migrants on boats. And devoted protectors of water supplies, defending the land against oil pipe invasion, remind us it’s not yet too late for salvation.
Don’t drain the remains of your personal power in hopeless and desperate fatalism, bent under the weight of the Tory State, that betrayed every one of us and our children. In infatuation with the elite, they expect us to grovel at their feet, as the poor must contend with damp mouldy hovels, on short-term rents at extortionate rates, owned by their mates who donate to the party, dispensing denial from lives of luxury, served on a plate, all shored up with the greatest entitlement sense. This is no time to sit on the fence. We must act in defence of the future, refusing to bow to abusers of privilege, call out their idolisation of greed, unseating the rich list, this twisted perspective which feeds on self-doubt and objectification. Resist this invective and plant a new seed, every sprout is a worthwhile part of the solution, a statement of freedom and proud contribution, a gift from the heart for the earth’s restoration.
©️Janey Colbourne 2019