Jonathan's Blog: One geek's way in the universe

Worryingly.

I entered a poetry competition advertised at school with something I cooked up in half an hour, and amazingly they’re mad enough to want to publish it. (OK, so they don’t seem to be too selective and I have a feeling most of their business model is selling to proud parents).

Here it is, in all its dreadful glory:

I thunder as I debate: bankers,
And their bonuses; and bay for blood.
I sing The Red Flag,
Cry out for socialism
But in my heart
I’d rather keep the status quo.

My heart goes out to the starving
As I have a fourth bread roll.
I make excuses, or I try,
Say “It takes collective action”
But deep down I know
I’d really make a difference,
Going it alone.

I’ll vote for Labour
No matter what they do.
I say “It’s all we’ve got,
“the others are too small”
While a million think the same.

I am a champagne socialist.
I quaff my fizz with pride.
While all the time bemoaning
Deaths from African drought

I am an armchair activist,
I call for change
But like the way things are.
You are too, I know it,
So let me tell you now
If we do something, each of us,
We can get so far.