Worlds apart

 

I’m having trouble getting through to you, and

the words you say,

make no sense to me.

I have something I need you to know,

but you’re busy polishing your gilded armour

you keep on show.

 

We’re worlds apart you and I,

Or so it seems today.

 

I speak about slashing industry,

capping the oil and

regenerating the soul.

 

You espouse economic growth,

fuelling the engine and

identity through consumption.

 

I say

get rid of money,

You say

keep the economic wheel turning.

 

I prefer autonomous communities,

You say every man for himself.

 

You’re into expansion,

I’m into reduction.

 

You say

the economic market has it covered,

I say

it’s covered too much.

 

We’re worlds apart you and I,

Or so it seems today.

Only I can see the oneness,

And the part of you that’s me.

 

I’m east, you’re west,

You’re north, I’m south.

 

A flip of the coin,

I’m here,

you’re there,

at either end of the continuum.

 

I have something I need you to know,

But my words bounce off your armour

like Lilliputian arrows of Gulliver.

Your words rattle in my ears,

give me a headache, and

bring me to my knees,

as you turn and walk away………