Cold Shadows: We Are the Many not the Few

I am torn and broken and I am fooled,

I wait here in the shadows

I am the forgotten.

You never saw me there

So I was alone.

I called out and banged aloud,

But the plastic glass was so hard

No one was passing by

So I was the forgotten.

I tried to sing renewal songs

The notes floated on the new swirling winds

They were carried far, far away,

And their stories were

Lost too.

We are all the forgotten

We are the many, not the few.

A veiled darkness descends -

A hollow emptiness – where words are meaningless,

All is bluff and bluster

And no one believes anymore.

As you recite rhymes in your clipped Oxford tongue –

Do you really understand?

Your world is protected –

It is shiny and beautiful and the birds always sing.

You are never alone

And your voice is always heard

And you never hear mine.

I maybe the forgotten

But my voice will still be strong.         

June 2017

A Man's A Man For A' That

By Robbie Burns (1795)

Is there for honesty poverty 

That hings his head, an' a' that; 
The coward slave - we pass him by, 
We dare be poor for a' that! 
For a' that, an' a' that, 
Our toils obscure an' a' that, 
The rank is but the guinea's stamp, 
The man's the gowd for a' that. 

What though on hamely fare we dine, 
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that? 
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, 
A man's a man for a' that. 
For a' that, an' a' that, 
Their tinsel show, an' a' that, 
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, 
Is king o' men for a' that. 

Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord, 
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that; 
Tho' hundreds worship at his word, 
He's but a coof for a' that. 
For a' that, an' a' that, 
His ribband, star, an' a' that, 
The man o' independent mind 
He looks an' laughs at a' that. 

A prince can mak a belted knight, 
A marquise, duke, an' a' that; 
But an honest man's aboon his might, 
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that! 
For a' that, an' a' that, 
Their dignities an' a' that, 
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth, 
Are higher rank than a' that. 

Then let us pray that come it may, 
(As come it will for a' that,) 
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth, 
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that. 
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's comin yet for a' that 
That man to man, the world o'er, 
Shall brithers be for a' that.

The Golden Carriage

Has the world gone mad or topsy turvy

I hear you say

What is going is they cry

We know not at all

At all, they tried to whisper.

But the words fell thru the cracks

And seeped and slithered down the

Melted drains and under piles of

Stinking, Rotten, old manure.

Because no one tended the fields anymore

The soil lay hard and dry and barren.

Somewhere over far away rainbows lay this

Rich market place

It Glittered with shiny fake golden doors

Driven by financial trading and

Illegal tax haven islands

Where only the rich got richer

And the children lay crying at

Night with hunger.

And the world has gone wrong.

It has taken false and empty wrong turnings.

It has gone mad or topsy turvy.

As Obama left the stage

His articulate words of hope

Flew in the air,

And all we heard then was

Simple Simon words of –

'He’s smart, he’s incredible, he’s fake'

But what did the words really mean

In our mad mad world?

I’m left to dream of my Alternative Reality

Where we have the first woman President –

What a wonderful milestone!

Where Brexit means Brexit never happened

And where the doubters knew clearly

Scotland had a bright and exciting future

With its own resources, its own culture,

Its own song and its own currency notes

And with Burns image shining bright.

(Because in 2008 was a disastrous money crash

but still no one listened)

Perhaps Bruce Springsteen will show up and sing 'Blowin in the Wind'

and someone will pick up the

piece of paper

and we will all be able to listen

and see once again.

This Trump used sensational sweets, I mean Tweets,

to tell his story.

But they tasted bitter and sour,

And echoed in empty online chambers

And bounced and banged

And the golden fireworks were not

For joy or celebration,

But for fear.

**

And Brexit means

Prices are rising,

May threatens a low tax economy,

Hunt wants to privatize the health service

Trump supports Farage -

What this means is that England is heading towards a more right market-driven capitalism that works for the rich, while the other workers suffer.

Scotland now has a very serious position –

Do we follow this path England is being forced to follow (don’t believe May’s words of ‘sharing’ – they mean nothing  at all.)

OR

Do we look to the more socially equal Nordic countries

Where they follow a very different path?

This is the very serious question we need to consider now.

This is what Brexit means…

January 2017,  Pauline Keightley

PS More than ever we need education is schools on Modern Studies, Philosophy and Politics – as few have a clue what is really going on.

Gordon McIntrye Kemp writing in the National wonders that only around 10% of us research and read in any serous way on political issues – that leaves about 90% using the Daily Mail or Sun for their information! How then can people vote in an informed way omething needs to be done urgently!