The glory days are to be revealed
Somewhere upon the next horizon,
Alongside tomorrow’s worn promises.
This unhealthy and unhappy world
Is down at the mouth and at heel,
Clinging to uprising after uprising;
Arabic discontentment and change,
Now fractured in total disharmony,
While rusting tin huts still house many
Outstanding hopes for Soweto’s people.
Rally cries craved betterment for all,
But life carries on in its fixed glories.
Mumbai’s opulence hurries past those
Dwelling upon fringes of pavements;
The riches fail to trickle beyond caring.
Northern Ireland has fought within
And beyond itself and its ambitions for
Too many wasted lifetimes;
All and simply everything and more,
Fails to satisfy unending demands
While daily threats still remain.
Worlds of martyrdom and witness
Urge and encourage daily revolutions,
Destabilising and fracturing territories
With old familiars of rhetoric spat out;
Same old messages return the same results.
Little changes for the victim in the street.
The mechanics of political ideology and the
Military might of the heavy handed,
Eventually are exposed as trending false gods.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 24/02/2016
Poets United Mid-Week Motif ~ Martyrdom/Witness ~