In Memory Of Thomas Spence (English Political Radical & Reformer - 1750 - 1814,) Poem by DM W

I believe you will not disappear.
You will not die in children's hopeful eyes;
In every living human heart,
That dares to dream beyond its scope;
Beyond the gratified peasantry
Of this compliant Kingdom.

The old, rampant tribes are beating their chests
Raising their flags and fists against the tide;
But I still cling to the singular rose of your vision,
Amidst the ruins of tainted modernity.

If you were with us now you would surely
Advocate vital insurrection; in the name of love;
In the righteous spirit of Christ's radicalism
Surely like a raging prophet you would call us to:
Awaken from the deep sleep of self servitude;
Awaken from gleaming crass consumer dreaming
Awaken from the media's mad circus of distraction;
Awaken from the spell binding delusions born from
The pitiless minds of sordid symbol manipulators;
And arise blessed by the sun of new born awareness.