The change is coming A poem 

The fire in my belly 

comes not from watching telly 

I know jam from jelly 

The highway from the alley 

Stars are made of sterner stuff 

They don’t shine from advocacy’s bluff 

When whispers travel from ear to ear 

truth and honesty will rear 

The pugilists that punched history’s bag 

and in dishonour raised their flag 

will not any more the future drag 

 Posterity is not the past’s rag 

True heroes will carve our stones 

And courage will reset our broken bones 

The ideals that died will shatter gravestones 

And their blood will ink our tomes