Sea Change

I see things,

Things just beneath the surface,

Stuff the naked eye averts its gaze from.

I see civil rights abuses,

Protest and anger will be our future.

Like a scene playing out,

In 1963 Alabama.

I see things,

I see things reaching boiling point,

Like our morning coffee, as we look after ourselves.

I see division and oppression,

From those meant to protect us.

Corruption and back handers,

But I don’t feel I should pay.

I see things,

I see tension rising in our societies,

Like a match winning pen in the 90th minute.

I see crisis in healthcare,

The professionals’ frustration.

I see people are suffering,

All down to funding.

I see things,

I see that it can’t go on like this,

Like when you’re at school and stand up to the bully.

I see open plan offices,

Pound signs for eyes in city gents passing by.

I see corporate clones,

Like a scene from 84.

I see things,

That things are dividing,

Like the English Revolutions, from 1642 to 51.

I see oblivious behaviour,

And a shortage of homes.

People one pay cheque,

From a life on the streets.

I see things,

Things need to change,

Like an addict whose clean and learning to breathe.