What if there was no divide?
by Jane Burn
What if life, for so many of us wasn’t a chasm?
You only have a basic understanding. It’s complex –
not quite as simple as that. What would the famished
do with money, after all? They’d only spend it.
Yes. On food/rent/bills/clothes/ Pay back those loans
and learn what it means to be free. Imagine the weight of worry
sloughed, the heavy skin of debt gone. Imagine not being
afraid of the post, your card never being declined at the till.
A holiday, bus fare, un-cracked glass. Imagine a shared and fair
level peg of healthcare/education. Imagine enough.
What are all those billion billions for? I sat and watched
the plush and pearly claim of dawn and rich or poor,
I saw it with the same eyes. Perhaps I even saw it more,
for these are the only jewels I own. I have an Eden already,
I think, at times like these. I have a 21st century dream
of a place where the sun always rises in colours of hope –
where the dusk does not lower its flames upon lack and want.
In my envisioning, there is a tax of kindness and you
must pay it forward. You make each other happy, simple as.
Everyone has a garden – nature is greeted like a best friend
and there are no better parts, no worser parts, no gated havens
where you fool yourself out of the world, shuck responsibility
like dew from a wet pelt. No postcode lottery schools,
no forgotten corners of decay. Children are not pared thin by need,
their small angels are not an unfortunate consequence of
budget/back-slappy bonuses/ deliberate squandering of the poor.
Their ghosts do not haunt those hoarded gluts of avaricious cash.
Parks are more important than shopping malls for this place
has learned the lessons of our plastic past. Trees are worshipped
for their miracle strength. People say good morning.
People smile. It has made such a difference,
now that there are no have or have-nots. Envy and greed
are burdens that we happily shed. Equality
is our favourite song. Above the great entrance arch to this
brave new world, two words are carved and kept
on a great crown of honest stone. Welcome, Everyone.
This was one of a number of brilliant poems contributed by a number of poets towards the centenary celebrations of the Communist Party of Britain, see here for the downloadable pdf.
Jane Burn is a poet, based in North East England.