An unforgiving climate of change.

An unforgiving climate of change.

There is no space

For manoeuvre

Internal debate

Has given way to inertia

A slow breeding

Of external clutter

Surrounded by doubtful

Reminders

Of alternate outcomes

Before the rigour set in

When movement was

A joy to behold

Freedom of expression

Was embedded in

The constitution

Until the rising

As the earth turned

A carbon rich

Methane cocktail

Too hot for a cold compress

On your forehead

Standing before

A blank page

On an autocue

Leaving you speechless

Too late for sorry

Tell that to the children

Of the industrious

Revolution

Leaving you

Behind

With mouldy relics

Of a bygone age

When cash was king

Wheels were oiled

With greasy fingers

Fresh from the pie

And we who rose

To touch the sky

Should have known

Better.