𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦?
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘴,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘦𝘶𝘷𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 – 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵
𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰,
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴,
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.
𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯,
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭,
𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,
𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦… 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
What misery awaits us,
were a life of sorrow
the reality of living;
could life be worth living,
we’re it not for wonder?
What glory escapes us,
were a life of bliss
right within our grip;
could it all be so different,
had we clung to our wonder?
For a moment it things were bliss.
For a moment I heard the birds.
For a moment my visions were coloured,
for just a moment, forever were a grasp away.
I were the lively one
and you were coy,
for a moment, if only a moment,
we felt peace and we experienced joy.
A chance at hope,
a new deal for the downtrodden.
A chance for the maligned and forgotten,
smell the air of change a brand new promise.
Broken homes, broken dreams for a nation on the edge,
pain and turbulence, suffering and chaos, by design not an act of nature.
Opportunity stripped our systems rotten,
if all is broken we must look to economics.
War in foreign lands,
war on drugs…
a nation divided,
we must cease all the violence
and tackle the climate.
Time to march,
time to occupy,
time to vote.
Cash in on due change,
today’s the time for hope.
If only for myself I write these thoughts, I’ll write yet more, to satisfy my own yearn for expression, my own desire to be heard, to matter, to be greater than the some of my parts. I know that my mirror reflects a man greater than it’s shown, a man with potential untapped and projections uncapped. I see a man of honour, I see a man of trust and wisdom. A man who’s allowed experience to guide him but knowledge to shape him. I see him stand, I see him speak, compassionate and firm, a glaring light.
Yet still most days I wonder. Most days I’m aware of who I am, who I was and who I would like to be – and I wonder, had my previous self been a little more free, free to think free to read, free to learn, free to be; and he had stood before that mirror would he see what I now see? And if that be true, then had time been wasted? Maybe. Or maybe it’s the experience that allows context to be applied to new knowledge. Maybe it’s the pain, maybe it’s the memories, maybe it’s the thoughts that only I can access, in the darkest corners of pneuma that even allow such a reflection to be possible.
These moments lead me to think that my vision isn’t in-spite of experience, but tethered to memory of all ilk. What I mean is that hope is a result of understanding ones experience and supplementing that with knowledge. I’m saying that growth in and of itself is doomed vanity hunt. For I could educate myself one thousand times over, make all the right decisions on paper and still not be a better Asya.
Hope is my wonder and I’ll be forever busy…
Brexit, the issue of our generation, just the word itself is polarising. The mere mention of being Pro Brexit is likely to see you littered with streams of abuse, referring to you as a Xenophobe or more despicably, an idiot. The prevailing idea of our ‘Liberal’ establishment is one of greater globalisation, the erosion of the nation state and the implementation of super state like structures used to subjugate the working class.
To understand how Brexit can help the working people’s, you must first understand how globalisation and neoliberalism have. Globalisation refers to the contraction of the world, at least at a metaphorical level. Take the EU’s freedom of movement of ‘goods, capital, services and labour’ an issue that has been disingenuously adopted by some right wing figures who care little for the real impact of such policies on ordinary people.
The idea that this freedom of movement is of benefit to workers is laughable. The labour movements power has always been drawn from the power of workers, the populace majority, to withdraw/withhold their labour as a negotiating tactic. The freedom of movement of labour has completely killed this tactic. Quite simply, for employers having a greater stream of potential workers ensures that you have no real incentive to consider the real life impact of your decisions on your employees.
A look at a GDP map of Europe from 2012 shows the clear difference in a he economic state of Western Europe when compared to Eastern Europe. This is a result of plenty of differing factors, that would require another article if I were to even try and explain. However in short, what is clear is that the economies of Western and Eastern European countries are vastly different. As such greater European political integration has benefited the East much more so than the West.
There are currently around 1.4 million Eastern Europeans living in the United Kingdom, totalling more than the 1.3 million brits who are spread across the continent. Fundamentally what you have is a shortage of labour in Eastern Europe and an abundance of labour in the West. But who benefits from this?
Well the working class Western Europeans do not, that’s for certain. More workers means more competition for said workers, but not only for jobs, for housing, healthcare, school places for their children etc. But do the Eastern Europeans benefit from this? Well the answer is yes and no. First generation immigrants undeniably benefit from the higher standard of living, but what about their children who is then become part of the future abundance of labour? Freedom of movement allows for corporations to recycle labour throughout Europe and as such destroys the value of labour.