Poems have been written, protests held,

People have been killed, words spoken,

Folk have mobilised, only to be smashed,

and still we find deaf ears amidst those who rule –

and whilst love rules, the baton kills,

and whilst higher minds transcend, power has brutality,

and whilst force against force isn’t the path,

the pound and the fist do dictate,

the vested interest will never self-disempower,

the rulers will suppress the ruled’s opposition,

and whilst we’re told the afterlife awaits,

I just want to live in heaven now, this day.