The outlook

What will happen.

Where will we be?

Who shall save us

If needs be?

We watch the world

And what do we see?

Too much damage

Too many crimes

No one caring

No big fines.

The world is creeping

Towards catastrophe?

Who even cares,

You or me?

The corporate world

Has profits to collect.

Shareholders to pay

Not tomorrow, but today.

Not caring whether

There money causes trouble

While all around?

The Earth turns to rubble.

Give peace a hope

Give earth a chance

Stay one of the ‘Woke’

In this merry dance.

Why use ‘woke’ as an insult?

” In its modern-day, politicised context, ‘woke‘ is defined by the OED as ‘originally: well-informed, up-to-date. Now chiefly: alert to racial or social discrimination and injustice’.”

I’m guilty of being ‘woke’ I guess. I try and care about things, I’ve always questioned why people can’t get on. When I was a child in the 1960’s I remember I asked why people were nasty to brown people and not pink ones?

But recently ‘woke’ seems to be being used as an insult. Like you can be too ‘woke’ to be interested in helping others? Too caring? Why? Why is it OK to tell someone off because they are too politically correct, or disagree with populist ideas? The world seems to get more selfish by the day.

I don’t think everyone should agree with me, I can agree to disagree. But what do you do when someone constantly disagrees with you? Or dismisses what you say. Even when I’d agreed to disagree a person who I’m not naming kept digging. Recently they started to call me a snowflake and woke. I said I was pleased to be a snowflake as we can gather together and turn into a blizzard! I don’t want to stop being in touch with this person as it means I’m not totally in my own bubble. But I do wonder if I should unfollow them. The world seems to lack altruism, everyone is in it for themselves, hopefully the tide will turn.

Awake

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Darn it I’m awake again,

3 hours sleep so far,

Woken by an urge to do,

What nature calls me to.

 

Damn it I’m awake again

Before the birds first call,

Very dark turns slightly light,

Now sleep is hit by blight.

 

Drat it I’m awake too much,

At night I barely sleep

Yet in the bright arousing day,

My mind slips far away.

 

So let me sleep an hour more,

Give me that much ease,

Don’t let me stay awake at night,

But let my dreams take flight.

 

Goodnight..

Goodnight..

Good night….zzzzz