MADNESS?

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 breathe 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 chose to hope and believe,

that one day we’ll be free to live, you and I,

without oppression, division and greed.”

 

 

Written by Darren Scanlon, 5th May 2015.

©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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11 Comments Add yours

  1. joylennick says:

    Hi Darren, An apt poem, expressing what so many of us feel in our hearts. All power to your pen and you. Hugs xx

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  2. joylennick says:

    Hi Darren, Delighted to see you are very much ‘around’….How are you and are you still writing? So pleased to hear. Best wishes.

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    1. Hi Joy. Yes still very much here and there lol. Still writing though not as much as previously due to ill health but still doing what I can when I can. Good to hear from you my friend. Keep smiling 🙂🙃

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  3. Linda Day says:

    Wonderful words! One of your best, Darren! My only comment is that I remember my childhood barely able to breathe. Taking a breath was painful sometimes because of the smog in the air. Thankfully California remedied that awful situation & now Trump wants to demolish it. Grrr! But you are in a different place & if you remember a childhood with clear air god for you!

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  4. noelleg44 says:

    Lovely, Darren, truly inspiring. I just came back from Ireland – the people there are so friendly and upbeat. We could use some of that here.

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    1. Indeed we could. Thanks Noelle.

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  5. joylennick says:

    Dear Darren Scanlon. We exchanged many words…He suffered much. I remember him with a very warm smile. x

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    1. Aww thanks very much, Joy.

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  6. jenanita01 says:

    “all we have left is sand trickling through desperate hands…”
    this says it all, really…

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