I shall not
Turn my eyes to heaven
In the vain hope
That there are answers there,
For what there is
Is black and frozen air.
I shall not
Seek hope and sustenance
From those who dress
In holy robes,
Who sell their messages,
Buy one, get one free.
I shall not
Buy the lies of politicians
Easy to swallow,
But lethal to the
Gut,
Eventually.
I shall not
Bend my knee
To royalty
Who dress their theft
In gowns
Of public service.
I shall not
Now that the winter
Of my life is upon me,
Go quietly to keep the peace.
Instead I'll rail until I fall
And call upon you all, to listen.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Owain Glyn
