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.

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