The Revolution of Running Away
Alexander Gordon Jahans
I want to run away.
I want to grab my laptop and a bottle of lemonade and just walk off into the night never to be seen again.
I want to learn to drive and take off in a campervan into the wide blue yonder.
I want to buy a narrow boat and take to the canals.
I want to hitch a lift in the tardis to pastures new, even crochety old Capaldi would be batter than this shit.
I would even say yes to a Logicio or a Farsh-nuke so long as they got me the fuck out of here.
Where would I go?
I want to go where there is no corruption.
I want to go where governments are elected via proportional representation.
I want to go where free health care for all is an unthreatened right.
I want to go where the welfare system is protected, extensive and all inclusive.
I want to go where companies are properly regulated and pay their staff fairly.
I want to go where the rich are humble, charitable and pay their taxes without a fuss.
I want to go where diplomacy is put before military action but where action is taken to safeguard the vulnerable.
I want to go where the people take to the streets to fight for their rights if the government come to take them away.
I want to go where the unions are strong.
I want to go where politicians are honest and wouldn't be anything else.
I want to go where the media reflects the truth and the will of the people, not whoever is paying them more money or threatening them more severely.
I want to go where the people are smart enough to combat climate change effectively.
I want to go where the white man's word doesn't still carry the most weight.
I want to go where equality is a fact of life, not an aspiration to be fought for.
I want to go somewhere that doesn't make me feel so horrible.