A Thousand Lies

This fortress holds a thousand memories,
my body a thousand movements,
my mind a thousand musings and my being…
a thousand lies.

Whilst my heart is full of honour, love, truth,
deep desire to be good and do good and contribute to this earth that gives so much and receives so little…
my efforts feel inadequate and wasted within a framework which expects so much
but whose support so brittle,
so noncommittal.

And I find myself riddled and near defeated by guilt.
This guilt?!
The guilt of trying to be good.
Trying so hard to help this planet,
to heal its wounds and those of its people.
To be positive and spread vibrations, to counter piles of negative infestation churned out by our governments and our 'representation'.

How can we live truth and honour if we are bound and tied in a world of lies?
Ruled by big kids who do a grave dishonour to the real children of this world,
to those they predecess.
And worst of all they couldn’t care less.
Complete neglect of our protest.

A perfection is expected,
a nice round peg to fit the carefully constructed alluring round hole which we can all slot into snug as a puppy at Christmas
but deaf, dumb and blind to our own existence, our inner nature, our wildness and our power.
We bend over backwards and almost snap but these politicians they just bounce back.

I try so hard to be sincere but I’m the one who’s filled with fear.
With disillusioned, troubled guilt, filled to the throat with what they hold dear.
I don’t want their power or riches, I want a healthy earth, clean seas and beaches.
I want resource to go around, equality more than just a buzz sound.
This world provides for everyone, that much is clear
just look how much one percent can premiere.
Dressed to the hilt in golden sheer.

And I know that I’m not far removed from all this of which I disapprove
because I am stuck within these bounds and try as I might I get knocked down
and more than this I’m full of guilt, not mine but theirs.
I feel it for them.
Even worse.

Beneath this moon, back bent and laden,
accept me and my imperfections,
free me from this birth-right guilt
and pray a sustainable world can be built.