Is it madness to want to speak to and smile
at the people we meet on the streets,
as we pass each other, our eyes to the ground,
complaining on tired achy feet.
Is it madness for our children to play outside
in the knowledge they won’t come to harm,
that a stranger isn’t danger or a thing to fear
as they play with their mates on the farm.
Is it madness to believe that there must be hope
to cling to in these dark depressing times,
that we will always cope with the hardships
doled out from beneath the clock-tower’s chimes.
Is it madness to want an end to all wars
and bring home all the brave men and women,
to hold them close, feel their beating hearts
instead of shrouded beneath coloured linen.
Is it madness to want the political elites
to finally bring a halt to their plans
to destroy the world until all we have left
is sand trickling through desperate hands.
Is it madness to want an end to religion
as it tilts its vile head in disdain
at persecution and cold-blooded slaughter
as more innocents scream out in pain.
Is it madness to want a life full of bliss
with no cloud of consumerist greed,
to reap the harvest that the sunlight has kissed
and know that your family, you can feed.
Is it madness to want to breath the clean air
that we remember as an innocent child,
the cumulous clouds floating high overhead
as we played, running fast, free and wild.
If madness it is, then madness I am
for I choose to hope and believe,
that one day we’ll be free to live, you and I,
without oppression, division and greed.