So Let The River Start To Flow (An Old Poem Updated - The Grit Of Idealism) Poem by Paddy Scott Hogg

I walk ab'low a white, white moon
An' gaze mid darkness gather’d roon:
Yon twinklin stars surround th' west -
An dowie limbs lay doon tae rest.

The pensive village sleeps away;
The charge o' rain; charge o' spray;
Black angry clouds in thunder clash
Waves rise white-crested as they crash.

Bright She holds the Sun's white light
A mirror rock of unfathomed night -
Sometimes hidden, sometimes seen
Smothered by darkness, in between.

Yon beasts of Nature wrapped to roam
What e'er tempests lash their home
No comfort comes from Man, whose rule below
Transcends the harshness Nature could bestow!

E'en in my rags of poverty, I'm richer here
The turning orb, that swings the seasons near
Throws this Autumn sky in inclement disarray
Like hearts of light, bright-lost upon the day.

In those fires above, no bosom could decay
The shining lights, the bright unbroken ray -
The paths of men, their IDEALS I uphold
Their vision, those stars alone have told -

Ah then! A pattern holds the sight
Pulls the eye, encapsulates the night -
A rustic Plough, bold in westlin turns!
The flame is bricht for Scotia's Burns!

His bursting heart and tears fill up my veins
In wrath to see the Power Truth disdains -
E'en now,200 years of woe and legal crimes
Parade old Ages Grim in degenerate times.

Oh! that I could throw my arms a-wide and wail
Wi' tears awash mid a thunderous gale
And turn the aged wheel tae yestreen when
A hope inspired Truth 'mongst generous men.

That vision wrought in anguish and in Love
The vision Burns gave us, his picture from Above:
The vision that his enemies confuse and tell
Is still unheard, waiting Heaven, not their Hell.

Onwards the virus, cancer spreading, basely Greed
Thrives on Ignorance, while Honesty makes her plead
That innocence, their prey, is Pity torn and bruised
By Wealth in monuments to them used and abused.

The ape-like Feudal lords set the standard, alas
That template brought the New Order beast to pass
Who, drinking at the feet of Power, wailed aloud
The tribal leader hypnotized the sheep-like crowd

Centuries rolled from war to war in Flanders fields
The blood letting madness that ambition wields
From Blair to Willie Pitt, the prisoner is Reason
Murder yells ‘short of triumph was the season! ’

Ideals and vision are the antidote to their creed
Where are the strong hearts and minds we need
To mutiny and steer the ship of state on course?
Marooned by misfortune or oppressed by force?

Our inner passion must raise a constitution
To rise one step up in progress and Evolution
To turn the world that’s upside down, around
Where honesty rules and integrity is unbound

Or is this our fate, to be doomed in Hell?
To see a people hypnotized in a spell
In Politico-doublespeak which spins Truth to Lies
While Celebrity looks down at what’s despised.

Is the accumulative chaos to be broken?
Is the new language there that can be spoken?
Change the culture and the words that change the heart
So from a trickle let the great river seemless start…..