Too Late

Too Late When we have all been made to feel ashamed Of what our fathers and their forebears did; When we have lost a knowledge of the past And cannot comprehend how people thought, Believing them inferior to us, Judged by the latest fashions of today; When we have lost the wisdom of the Greeks And cannot see ourselves in Shakespeare’s plays; When fear comes out in cities after dark (Police patrol the media, not the streets); When we cannot utter what we think And barely even have the power of thought Since words have been corrupted, lost their meaning; When inclusivity has brought division; When diversity applies to race But never, never, to opinion; When comedy is banned (it might offend) And satire’s dead (it’s simply real life); When pronouns masquerade in place of nouns And hide the truth of what we really are; When currency is digital and controlled Like pocket money for compliant children; When we are trapped in fifteen-minute towns And fined and charged for driving anywhere; When only thistles grow on grazing land And all we have to eat is bugs and seaweed; When we relinquish power to global qangos, Self-appointed rulers of the world That none of us elected nor asked for; Then it will be too late to weep and wail. Sheep at the slaughter bleat to no avail.