An amazing revelatory day, in
Liverpool, a union meeting at which
Fucked over people met in discussion
Intelligent, talented types, the witch
Of yesteryear, they would have been drowned, pitched
Into a lake, by the patriarchy
I don't know where I'll go from here, might switch
Into activism, like some, or be
Middle ground, head down, opting for safety
If the latter, then maybe I'm within
The consensus that liars win, can't teach
A better world, but is that fantasy?
The weak can't prevail, the strong always win
So what do we do? Time will tell, eh, watch?!
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