The Well Meaning
We had other things we shared:
a conspiratorial eye;
the fantasised axioms of unassailable certainty.
The world’s an easy place to change
when fettered only by caution,
embalmed in an all too comfortable sufficiency.
So we took no prisoners;
slaughtered the guileless shibboleths of the acquiescent,
stamped our boot prints into the black blood of disembowelled hope.
A better future?
Perhaps we once believed it might be so.
Staking the family silver on a plethora of book-learned arrogance
we laced our statutory instruments with the hemlock of well-intentioned ignorance.
And while we mistook mass hysteria for fervent followership
the wind whipped up the death rattles of a hundred thousand might-have-beens.