And the great and good of every country held an assembly

never the like of which had been seen before:


Consorts, despots, legitimately voted leaders,

church representatives, tribal gurus,

shamans, every nut and bolt of power gathered there

on a beacon lit hilltop, with no security presence


at a propitious time in the calendar decided upon by wise men

in their small unremarkable numbers.


Amongst them the capitalists, venturers, speculators,

prisoners as witnesses, scribes for the record.

An agreement was made and sealed with the blood of a cut,

every man - the last blood spilt by human hand,


and the world moved on at the banning of all arms

and the means of their deployment


whether of mass destructions or single combat,

(excepting hand tools for the provision of simple needs).

Compensation was to be paid to all those thus engaged thereon.

Every man there closed his eyes and thought of a future


without the conception of dying for a cause,

without the need for aggression and defence,


only a horizon of repair to broken hearts and souls

that rolled back on itself in a haze of remembrance.




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Sat 17th Nov 2018 10:12

Many thanks all your likes to Beno, Jon, Darren, Kate and Raven ! Greatly welcomed.


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Fri 16th Nov 2018 22:01

Hi Hannah. Bless you, thanks.

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Hannah Collins

Fri 16th Nov 2018 21:42

Fantastic, beautiful poetry Ray.


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Wed 14th Nov 2018 21:02

Thanks Keith, Don and Brian and Anya for adding your hopes and thoughts to this.

David, of course nothing like this declaration could hold water for reasons of human nature itself and its ramifications. Opposites must always be inherent, otherwise there would indeed be no progress nor progression. It intrigues me that Utopia has a strong allure - I suppose art gives that a body in itself, and I suppose religious conviction too. We can all make our own kind of peace with the world, but millennia will pass or a world cataclysm before any real improvement can come. Sounds pessimistic.

Graham, there obviously is some tribal behaviour in herds or group thinking patterns, but I was certainly not likening the spirit in the poem to any flashback to instinctive behaviour, in fact the opposite: a suspension of it. I feel your view may be rather simplistic in the light of what is socially observable, though I admit your assessment does describe the sort of Victorian conception that we inherited in this country in 19th c. with respect. Thanks for your observations!

Finally, I will say that the Super Hero does not appear in this particular fantasy, perhaps we the readers might be playing the role.

Beno, Jon, Darren and Kate lovely to get your likes! Nice to see you online again Beno.

Many thanks all. Ray

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Brian Maryon

Tue 13th Nov 2018 11:11

One can only hope...

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 13th Nov 2018 09:57

It was a wonderful dream Ray!

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 13th Nov 2018 09:41

Ray, what you have described here are tribes. We are animals remember and as animals learned to band together for safety and to become a more potent hunting force.

Tribes then both fear and respect one another so eventually agree to help each other in times of threat from outside.

Wealth can then be accrued whether it be food or shiny things and is another sort of power to be protected and allied to.

The only thing that stops man from continually trying to defeat or dominate other tribes is the threat to their own existence, namely a deterrent.

Therefore tolerance is born! It is a very weak flame that must be nurtured.

Bloody good thought provoking stuff.

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Don Matthews

Mon 12th Nov 2018 21:40

How I wish Ray. Problem is, humans seem to have this greed gene in their makeup ?

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keith jeffries

Mon 12th Nov 2018 20:53

Utopia but How I wish

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