We grew up with a sense of certain doom
Tomorrow would come nuclear and bright
To end the world and plunge us into night
And blow us all to hell without a tomb.
And then it didn’t. Suddenly, there’s room
To live and grow and hope and love the light
This unexpected future where we might
Plant bulbs and hope to see them when they bloom.
New futures bring new fears, so now today
Worlds may go on and still find ways to end.
In darkest times not everything is grey.
The spring will come, we have a world to mend,
Hold on through this, and find a better way.
Our future is worth fighting to defend.
26th November 2016
