It’s like waking
Into a surreal world
Unfathomable events
Unimaginable consequences
I remind myself
The chaos of such moments
Brings change
The necessity of it
The inevitability of it
I remind myself
The chaos of such moments
Brings change
The necessity of it
The inevitability of it
Only under such conditions
Can the light of both ideas
Converge upon unexplored ground
Where it often illuminates
An insight better than either idea
The heat’s too hot
The cold’s too cool
No middle ground
To stand on
I choose one side
Or straddle both
The conflict
Still conflicted
What kind of person, with the power and resources to do so much for so many others, chooses instead to exploit them?
An image a white man made
Which earned white man’s awards
In a museum of white man ways
A monument to a way that was
They script the creeds
Direct the deeds
They lead a people
To their fate
Or is it ‘fate’ created?
To Tibet
In the heart of Beijing
It’s so decreed
By The Party
Marvelling
At the achievements
Of time and millions of men
Layers of mystery
Peeled away
By time
Politics
And Money