But surely, every word spoken
is as through a veil.
Though I see your lips moving,
still I fail to understand.
The wheels are broken
on a runaway bandwagon.
What my ears are proving
is that you cannot jail
a dragon when it roars,
no matter how just the cause.
Take up this sword
and fall foul of health
and safety. Cut the cord
and see the flakes of rust
along the edge. Force a wedge
between the bastions
of wealth and underprivilege.
Suffer the tutelage of assassins
unseen, behind their mask:
That is all I ask.