Threadbare in many parts,
Abuse gradually impacts.
Maltreated and presumed,
We often overlook the gift.
Centuries before our time,
It was simply another word.
Decisions amassed as actions,
Many fought and died for it.
Weltanschaunng now demands,
Causes to legislate and legalise.
Today’s moaning wants more,
Sack cloth and ashes of greed.
The weird and bizarre vocalise,
Wrongs are the rights of now.
Whisper behind a cupped hand,
The world is listening to your all.
Pigeons carry innermost secrets,
Trust eroded by tetchy technologies.
Big brother’s sister knows about you,
Don’t dare say you dislike aubergines.
Choice is not a freedom for dissent,
The movement of populism says so.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 05/07/2015