Affray of Democracy

One day again I may become serious about writing poetry with words to cushion the effect of trauma those of a life, a sentiment for our historic past and its people I hold most dear. But alas not the arteries that lead the children, those without a childhood, yet armed with a hand held brain, fingers of suspicion and agenda, to inject an input and get out whatever trends the current manipulation. While this day the power to annihilate a way of life and the oldies; those a burden upon the state theirs a different point of view, an extension of the industrial revolution long since gone, declaring. ‘My kids will never have to do this’ relegating a way of life to a third world phenomena. Education the crown of reason different directions the attitude to life, laws to create and answers to establish to the questions manufactured those unanswered, when common sense lost in the affray of democracy, and profit becoming God! © Harry J Horsman 2014