Poetry

Letters to my Comrades III

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Philip Kane

We have to change all this.
We have to start changing it now.
It’s no use pretending the world can carry on,
it’s no use pretending we can carry on this way,
and if we try then everything will crash down
and nothing will wait for us but barbarism,
and nothing will wait for us.
This may be the time on which history hinges,
this may be the time when all falls apart
and when it can all come together.
Look at it this way, yes,
look at it this way.
There are times when so many strands are woven together,
there are times we can look into the eyes of the future,
and we may stand at that point today,
and we stand on that edge wishing to fly,
but still too many are afraid.
Still the past is a pitiless mother who won’t release us.
There is no time to look back at those who gawp at us,
there is no time for those who turn their backs on us.
It’s no use pretending the world can carry on,
it’s no use pretending the world can carry on this way.
We have to change all this.

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