Do you ever feel like -
You are being driven onto jagged rocks
By an unforgiving tide,
Searching for a refuge,
Searching for somewhere safe to hide?
Feel the world is spinning much too fast
And you are barely hanging on,
Like a vinyl record spinning out of control
And you don't like the song?
Feel like you are on a sheer cliff face
And the next hand-hold you can't find,
The storm clouds gathering above you
And they aren't silver lined?
Feel you are wildly out of step,
With the decision makers at large,
That you cannot make yourself heard,
Cannot influence those, seemingly, ‘in charge'?
Feel you are whispering into the wind
While others bellow into megaphones,
While the privileged feast high-on-the-hog
And throw you the picked-clean bones?
If you feel your warnings can't break through,
Just be mindful to protect your mental state,
Your views will eventually gain support,
Just hope this happens -
Before it's much too late…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem