Speculate to Accumulate

A poem in the aftermath of recent political events

Now and again I write a poem that’s NOT about nature, loneliness or love. This is one such poem. Probably best to listen to me reading this one so you get the flow of it.

I wrote it yesterday in the aftermath of the shenanigans surrounding Ann Widdecombe. Yes, I believe she was murdered. Do I think we will get the full story? The truth?

Not a chance.

I was thinking about the way authorities seek to control a narrative.

Part of me thinks that they do want us to speculate - just not on the things we should be speculating on.

I’ve used this image because I feel it represents the situation - being walked down one road. The road of division.

So, stay beautifully human and please, remember to speculate.

In these times, it’s not just recommended, but sadly, very necessary.

Speculate To Accumulate

“Don’t speculate”

They said

Again

Just let us do our job and then…..

Take off your well worn tin foil hats

We’ll give you only concrete facts…..

We are correct

We will protect

But please……..don’t come too close, inspect…

And do feel free to keep electing

While you’re at it, keep injecting.

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Prevent is just a project name

Attack, defend

It’s all the same

We don’t feel safer, reassured

By sound bite headlines

Toy town laws

We feel instead, ignored, exposed

No trust is left to foster closure

No sacred space to smooth and heal

To freely think and speak and feel

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So…..

Excuse me while I speculate

On why I’m not to speculate

Perhaps I am deemed second rate

Or too irate to contemplate

The nuances of what is hate

Just what I might accumulate?

If I should dare to speculate…….

.

What might I access?

In that process?

Why should I profess to care less?

Knowledge? Courage?

Horse has bolted

Memories jogged

Consciousness jolted

I’ll have my voice heard

At this table

Speculate while I’m still able