KALEIDOSCOPE

The future it calls and awaits,

It is waiting for your answer,

Who are you?

Who will you become?

Will you stay true to the rhythm of your drum?

Or will you forget that you know your way?

The universal declaration,

Is the clarion call of this century,

It is the echo of ancient voices,

For they passed the torch to alight the path,

From a dark narrow world,

No light or expansion,

Where the freedom charter,

Greets realisation,

For this is a new flight,

This is a new creed,

Many will bleed in the preamble,

For many will scramble to understand,

Their true meaning.

Human rights,

Is not the right to be human,

For this is inalienable,

It is irrevocable,

It can not be revoked,

It is the yoke,

It is the restraint,

It is occupation of safety,

For it is a common safety net,

For only in comm-unity,

Is there unity of the commons,

A freedom that cannot be traded,

For only in this way is trade decoupled from human rights,

For the right to trade,

Will be challenged by common law.

Law is not justice,

For statutes and precedent,

Are passed when they are made,

And made in the past,

Justice is not retrospective,

It is in the moment that one must act,

For this reveals what you value,

And the scales are the moment of truth,

For you are weighing the consequences,

Yet the greatest justice is returning to truth,

It is the lifting of guilt,

It is the releasing of shame,

For there is no burden of proof,

When right is wrong,

And truth is the roof that gives you shelter.

The kaleidoscope,

Spins many events,

The speed blurs the picture,

For minimum exposure,

Only allows a fraction of the light,

Over exposure leaves one blank,

For the public become fatigued,

And dumbing down is intrigue,

Gossip becomes information,

And idle circuit breakers of routine,

Casual connections,

Are the casual pay that one receives,

In a working life,

But for many life is not working,

It works by masquerading as life,

Yet the real life is creative,

It is the moments of truth,

That cascade in dew drops of inspiration,

The perspiration of new discoveries,

Changes the orbit of your world,

For challenger and discovery,

Are the vehicles that take you into a new universe.

So whilst your world is university,

Open to a universe,

That sets you free,

From delusion,

From self doubt,

For the greatest inquiry,

Is the inquiry into self,

This is not a Spanish inquisition,

It is the inquisitive that truly see the anguish,

For the real life is a foreign language,

That many will not understand,

Yet the meaning is in every gesture,

Love is the painting on the canvas of hope,

That traces the footsteps in the sand,

That listens to the music of the soul,

That heals the past,

Where first is last,

For the cast is selected,

From the audience a natural selection,

For the time is coming soon,

Where a different tune,

Creates a new vibration,

Setting sail into a new civilisation.