The Flaw Within Us All Poem by Matt Pocock

What if the police were yet dissolved,
By some old conflict unresolved?
Would mankind lay to rest their arms?
Or would they lay to rest their qualms?
Within us all is a desire
To try to quench internal fire.
Unsatisfied we move through life
Insane to the mainframe, angered cries.
We ring our bells to kings of men
That we elect, but think again;
If they were wrestled from their tower?
Would someone else usurp the power?
I'd like a big utopia
That's pre-prepared from heav'n above
Where rabbits run in pastures green,
And panoplies of cliché'd things
Such as the like you've never seen.

But if there is no heav'n above,
At least let there be some white dove
Of peace to guide the human hand
Away from evil's selfish clan.
If supermarkets disappeared,
Would we procced to eat our peers?
If goverments all flew away,
Would we rob banks and hi-jack trains?
I think humanity must be policed
If not by kings, by moral seeds.
Yet moral roots have long been dead:
There's evil in the flowerbed.

This is the flaw within us all,
Unrecognised until it's drawn.
It may be even more a crime
Not ev'n to know until your time.