There’s a graffiti
That has a heart in red paint,
Then the letter ‘A’ –
Inside a circle.
After love plus anarchy
A bright, smiling face
Follows the sign for “equals”.
It’s on dull concrete.
It’s just done with a few strokes
To remind people
That free of bullies,
School bullies or state bullies,
Life isn’t chaos
Only leaderless,
Cooperative, and more fun.
True revolution
Is to be happy.
Love plus Anarchy means Smiles.
Taking your life back.
It’s only natural.
Babies are born anarchists.
Why lose the habit?
‘Anarchy won’t work’,
Says every misery-guts,
Forgetting history.
On Tristan da Cunha,
A lone volcanic island
In the Atlantic,
Its inhabitants –
The survivors of shipwrecks –
All lived together
For two hundred years
Without a single murder
Or even fist fight.
Everything was shared –
No wealth accumulated.
They were quite happy.
They had no leaders
As shown by a curious fact:
Letters were sent there
Addressed to “The Chief”
Or to “The Senior Official”
Or once “To the King”.
But no one answered
Because no one opened them.
There were no leaders.
A British frigate
Which landed there once
Found all these letters.
When the islanders
Were asked about the letters
They said that no one
On their volcanic
Island paradise had fitted
Any such titles.
The islanders tried
To explain they were all leaders
And, to the island,
Mainland society
Seemed a quaint rebellion
Against anarchy.
Beneath dull concrete
Paradise may lie in wait,
Like a volcano.
Heathcote Williams
<3 + -A- = 🙂
this poetry is excellent Heth…. I love it!
Comment by Elena Caldera on 8 March, 2012 at 4:20 pmEx