Taking The Moral High Ground Poem by Gary Diamond

Oh no matter what, the price of progress marches on
Ironically to help our lives
Simultaneously making it a worse place to live.
The illusion of freedom
Disappearing in the mist.

It's great to be outraged, but
How long can you sustain that?
Eventually the rot of repetition will set in
And all at one, everyone else stops listening.

Wondering when it is going to make a shred of difference
Wondering when the general public will begin an outcry
And a call to arms
Our artisans wish sooner, faster
But sadly
They had too much faith in us.

When opening the eyes, the gap between reclosing them
Reveals a multi-tiered palette of mediocre.
The reason why the smoker
Stands outside.
It kills him
He gets soaked in the rain
But still, going back for another puff or hundred.

The drink.
The drink damages the entire body.
It festers in the mind too.
They're putting warning labels on them.
But that doesn't stop
The end of the bottle being
Raised to the sky.

Chancing the opportunity that all we know
Could be charged for.
What's to stop there being a tax on air?
What's to prevent each and every footfall
Being paid for
In the same way you pull up the car
To put in petrol.

It may seem pretty strange now, but think.
Only a few hundred years ago it was free to move from port to port
Now you have to pay for a travel document
Made of plastic and bearing anti-fraud holograms
And even then
It doesn't mean you won't be cavity searched.

Taking the moral high ground
Makes it easy to decry it all.
Decrying a hatred doesn't make a little difference.
None.