This poem is inspired by the Ancient Athenian play of the same name, where wealth (Plutus) is found to be a blind man and the other characters in the play debate whether wealth would be shared more fairly if Plutus regained his sight. This is a theme I feel is as apt today as it was 2500 years ago.


To see Plutus is commonplace,
Blindly stumbling through the marketplace,
Dressed in rags in disguise,
Fooling no one with the drachmas on his eyes.

If only Plutus could see,
Would he share his wealth with you and me,
The gulf between have and have not he would see,
and put an end to this inequality?

The naysayers in the agora say no,
This wouldn’t be so,
For his bounty the would do anything,
Want everything, value nothing.

I guess we’ll let the Oracle decide,
Which one of us will be wrong or right,
Whether the poor will still starve another night,
Or Wrong be put right
when this fallen deity regains his sight.

No hope nor glory

No hope nor glory

While others sing of a land of hope and glory,
For the young, there’s no hope, no glory,
For us, no land flowing with milk and honey.
no Jerusalem on green and pleasant land.
When jeers and sneers come hand in hand.
They won’t understand,
because they don’t care to understand
all they see is hoodies needing hugs
taking drugs
mindless thugs.
In society we have no stake,
Just demonisation, just hate.
Hopeful light of Education education education
turned to the darkness of a lost generation.
Yet if we organise,
Then they will realise,
we do count for something,
That the we are 100% of the future,
Let us put a cross in the box,
Let us kick the ball instead of being kicked by them all,
Let us own the future.