Some poetry, written by Utopia – one of our members.
There will be no revolution.
No final victory.
No justice.
No peace.
We won’t win.
Not really.
But that won’t stop us.
There will be no other revolution.
There will only be this.
An eternal fight.
An eternal hell.
An eternal run towards freedom.
An eternal fall.
And an eternal rise.
There will be nothing else.
Just death, blood and suffering.
But it doesn’t have to be ours.
Not always.
There is no returning to the past.
There is no future in which we win.
But there are two things:
Pain and a dream.
And are they not worth fighting for?
Child workers, with their limbs torn off
Killing the factory owner.
Are they not worth fighting for?
Artificially bred pigs
Breaking out of their cages.
Are they not worth fighting for?
A homeless woman
Taking over a rich man’s house.
Is she not worth fighting for?
A disabled man
Dying alone with no medicine.
Isn’t he worth fighting for?
A lesbian couple
Hiding, afraid of rocks and knives.
Are they not worth fighting for?
A little boy in Gaza
Praying in fear as planes fly overhead.
Is he not worth fighting for?
An imprisoned woman
Punished for hanging her rapist.
Is she not worth fighting for?
A beautiful dream.
A world with nobody hungry.
A world with no-body homeless.
A world with no bombs.
A world with no rape.
A world with no farms.
A world with no borders.
A world with no races.
A world with no gender.
A world with no prisons.
A world with no money.
Is it not worth fighting for?
This dream won’t come true.
Not when I’m here.
Not when you’re here.
But we’ll still try.
Because a dream is worth fighting for.