Thursday 14 February 2019

The Agora

Here's a thing I wrote called the agora ...



The pioneers aspired to recreate
The agora, safe and fair for one and all.
We learnt to thrive by blurring hope and hate.

A place to grow, to meet, to love, to mate
Where Cinderella does go to the ball
The pioneers aspired to recreate.

More all-embracing than the welfare state,
The multitude would heed the clarion call.
We learnt to thrive by blurring hope and hate.

The people boldly open up the gate
and gather in the universal hall
The pioneers aspired to recreate.

We choose the food, the fork, the knife, the plate,
We go in Saul, within an hour we’re Paul.
We learnt to thrive by blurring hope and hate.

The truth endlessly lost in the debate
The sunrise hidden by the deepening fall
The pioneers aspired to recreate.
We learnt to thrive by blurring hope and hate.

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