Move me on

Move me on

Distance yourself from upset

There is an ugliness

Buried deeply within,

The grieving

Cling desperately

To a past unchanged

That to many knowing minds

Never existed

Pandering to convention

The old ways are in lockdown

Respect is a disease

When strength

Is in a body

Of evidence supporting

Change as inevitable

Weakness is a walkway

Littered with sorrow

Brush away tears

Recused from past

Mistakes

Ignore the guileless

Innocence is for children

The waifs and strays

Are tumbleweed

There is little connection

Between them

Division is a solution

So easily maintained

When empathy

Is a forgotten country

Factory farmed

Until it lies barren

Progress me

Clear out the old

Bring in the new

Complications ignored

Until the time comes

For renewal

And it is your turn

To be released.