September

A cold house, all business, trousers, formal shirts

The setting summer sun draws in the cruel return to work

I set up the sad lamp to replace some of the rays

To repair the damage wrought by the shortening of our days

A shot at lifting mood in a world that’s turning dark

A mad-blood being stirred in the streets of every town

A restlessness, an anger after years of being held down

On socials we’re dividing, hurling abuse at one another

Picking out every difference , gender, wealth, colour

Name throwing – gammon, commie, loon, retard, bellend, clown

Are regularly sewn into every comment thread

Intolerance, misogyny, sometimes wishing people dead

Disharmony and discontent caused by algorhythms

A divided nation, disunited into schisms

Distorted truths and downright lies within the narrative we’re fed.

There are days I want to step away, go seek a little light

Few are those; I get sucked in and feel that I must fight

Perhaps if we all chose to make better use of our phones

To call instead of scroll, our communities would grow

Into supportive caring networks, with a clear sense of what is right.

September, the month of change, the start of a decline

I refuse to let you drag me down, I choose to start a climb

To the top of this mountain and I’m bringing you all with me

To share a loving vision of how this nation could and should be

Make your point if you have to, but BE FACTUAL AND POLITE.