Who is ‘We’?

What are ‘we’?

I hear this word a lot

We, when bound in love

Long ago

This I don’t mind

We now seems to be said

By militants

Unelected officials

Dyed and dire rioters all

Pulling at the rage

Not the heart

Ashes of empathy are over

No longer courted

From the silicon sternums

Thousand-yard stares

Those detached from the quiet isle

So to step away

Detach your sight from the other evil

And see

Hilariously

Just the world outside

Where the shivering locals

Boys and girls heading to schools

Laughing mothers and fathers

Car, bike and van drivers

All more like ‘we’

Than me

Than how I feel

Detached

Once resolved to be solitary

Along with our locked up society

Reaches out for good or ill

Making my art

Smiling in village or city

To experience and not speak

Another plastic word

Real not marketed society.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.