To still confront
Ageing, any mirror
With neither shame
Nor puling denial
Of (s)he always
The true warrior
The one ever
FOR EVEN POETS PASS ON
Time to bid you fare well.
Should I say “Rest in peace”?
No, for that’s not your style.
“Wrestle on and create!”
Since Sunday school been mild and meek
Maladroit at playing at love’s hide and seek
From the touch line watched my heart beat
While my coach advised me, “Be discreet”
Then of a sudden an uninvited thought
That you might be the one I sought
No longer lost in love I can’t care less
And rest at last content to go to press
Looks like it’s not sufficient to be clever
You can still end up in the lost-and-found
You can split the scene or stand your ground
It’s been that way since forever
No rock solid link to Spirit whatsoever
None of our conjectures are too sound
You hit multilingual traps, rebound
Somersault screaming, “Never!”
Yet how to survive in a dull world while sharp
And not end up in the lost-and-found still
Whether giving in or refusing to budge?
An open verdict, an absentee judge
Endlessly replaying “The World According To Garp”
You can read on the scoreboard the result: Nil Nil
To send her a birthday card go to https://www.chelseamanning.org/learn-more/write-to-chelsea-manning.
If you don’t why this is of vital importance then please investigate; everything you need to know is out there on the net. (Until yet more of our precious freedom is removed.) For younger folk, please check out the Nuremberg trials. Your schooling probably either ignored or misrepresented what it had to say but in essence the message is that “I was only following orders” is no defence. And in my opinion never is. Those who act from their heart and soul are always worthy of respect rather than torture and imprisonment. Manning knew the risks yet she followed her heart. Shall any of us do less?
Never throw both your arms
Up in the air for then
There will be nothing left
To catch them with again