Pop Goes The Bubble Poem by Bruce Hayno

An ethos that could govern the world
Adhesive that can unite humanity
Shining from the tip of Africa
All can see, all can be

A friend, a helping hand
A disciple of this divine faith
In practice we live, in practice we die
Worshiping no gods, fearing no wraiths

A simple maxim
Better than any other
Love thy neighbour
As thy brother

A united world
Can defeat all odds
Even the terrors
Of Pandora's box

An idyllic land
People drunk on Nirvana
Meandering through the cities
As strong and free as Garuda

Alas

This paradise will not come to pass
For the Devil's drum beats in many a chest
Stygian blood flows through geode veins
And dandies dress the trash in yesterday's trends

The neon shepherd leads the sheep astray
But not all sheep are sheep
Weasels, dolphins, lions, eagles don a cape of wool
Just for the ride or out of fear of being shunned

The propagandist priests herds the fools and gives them cause
For one hundred fools might conquer ten maestros

Society is a palette of smudges
Red, blue, yellow are seen
Selected over secondary
Yet one and all are same

Machiavellian men rule the world
Master puppeteers sitting behind the curtain
Savouring the fruits of our labour
Plotting to plant us with the seeds

Ubuntu cannot thrive in a world so harsh
for very few have transcended the mindset of the sheep and fewer yet possess pure hearts
A worthy cause, to purge society
But one lacking sufficient support
And so Ubuntu shall become,
like many great ideas
Evanescent