AGAINST RATIOS.

In the face of all that’s waged against the average day

I make my way between its shades;

Wading through the depths of hecklers

That speckle the deep green seats of parliament;

Moving amidst the continental drift of immigrants

That come bearing rifts of their own;

Locomoting along the lines of class rooted faults

That have always halted smooth progression,

And generally testing myself against the common man

Who suddenly seems more boorish than before.

And in the face of weather tethered to no particular chart

Other than its own darkened heartless one

I wonder if it’s feasible to make the end of the street

In the clothes I’m wearing without bearing bad tidings,

Or if hiding in the cast off shadows of fellow residents

Has made me hesitant to shed my own

And in so doing outgrow the roles I grew up knowing

And show myself worthy of my birthright

By fighting against type and rising to confront the hype

That accompanies any different condition,

And in the face of failure I hail you as my companion

And plan to travel on with you throughout it all.