Underneath the landslide of time
Music and poetry are buried
Do they dance still in the unsettled dust
Like two young graceful sisters
What has happened to our communities?
Where has all the pleasure gone?
Once I saw a community dancing together
As a child I joined in and felt good
But in my heart I felt a great loss
For they danced in a film on the T.V.
But warlords, economists, industrials and estate agents
Are dancing together on the witches Sabbath
Hear them chant their poetry of conquest
See them sacrifice a user-friendly face
As the metal buttons of their soldier’s uniforms
Fall from space into the abyss
Do you think I exaggerate things in this poem?
Do you think my expressions are over the top?
So tell me then where is the community now?
Does it live at the bottom of the garden with the fairies?