Shame me

Shame me

Demand my attention

Revolutionise yourself

The world needs a saviour

It cannot be

Allowed to continue

With so little regard

For the meaning

Of existence is surely

Worth more than a three course meal

At the top table

A moveable feast

Pop up politics

Creaming a slice

Of the cake

Eating with sticky fingers

As begging bowls

Are passed between the lines

Of casualties

Growing more restless

With every empty promise

The disdain

You feel is secondary

To the tools you will need

To dig out grains of truth

Dispersing them

In equal measure

The ground is prepared

Nurture with a tender heart

Trust will grow

Let it rain

Down onto dry plains

Salt the earth

Welcome a change

Of season

Reach out before

A promise is broken

Gild the fields

To overflowing

Fill the basket

Deliver a harvest

Fit for the soul

It will be appreciated

As more than a gesture.