The New Year Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

The New Year



This New Year tolls the wake of problems past,
Hark hope's horizon's surfing into view.
Exit sorrows, tomorrows mild at last
Need no pollution know, nor poor who to
Extremities need go to make it through
Weak end with days of toil and trouble sore,
Youth wasted, unemployed, off kilter too,
Expectations dashed, fell dread in store
ARound life's corner lurks ! Most men deserve much more!

Tomorrow to tomorrow leads apace,
Heralding prosperity, lamps lit
Extinguishing harsh global mart's disgrace,
No exploitation on life's page is writ.
Errors snuffed, sloughed. Henceforth none need submit
Wearily to gilt edged whips, fool's gold,
Yoked to harsh task by rats who benefit
Each day from work slaves' treadmill, uncontrolled.
ARtists starve: in garrets cold, short-changed, their range short-sold.

Today lays on the line equality
Has found its place, see justice, ethics' sway
Evicts those who fair opportunity
Negate, bait, hate, ne'er execution stay.
Enchantment's magic wand comes into play,
Welcomes open-mindedness, free souls.
Yin, Yang greet equal standing's harmony,
Enjoying sweet success in meeting goals
ARe these pipe dreams, mirage? Star-shine from hobbit holes?

These words therefore pray take with grain of salt,
Heaven on Earth must fantasy remain
Each year more out of reach, too few pole-vault
New pastures green of comfort, ease attain.
Eldorado goes against the grain
Where exploitation stifles those who'd speak,
Yet cuckold cuckoo calls again, again,
Emulating mocking-birds' cheek, clique,
ARrant knaves' raps entrap, sap Brave New World's mystique.

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(23 August 2007)
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