Surely
there are no two words more dangerous in their combination,
than the pair that leads to the poison that is rank,
stinking jealousy
and the sickly covetousness of the envious vampire like
drilled with suspicion and unhappy malice fucks.
There are no two greater words to cause such misery
on the shoulders of humanity than I Want.
Bitter jealousy and envy, the twin darlings of
the grasping I Want, mewling, mealy mouthed and despite
the odd good intention, such as I Want World Peace,
gets sucked down into the pit of the Devil’s own making
and lays comfortably still until belched
out again in a sentence that says, I Want.
I Want World Peace; well that is surely a given,
but what will you do to help speed up the process of
concord between nations ruled by the dichotomy of interest,
between two neighbours who could easily
press the button of discontent,
between father and son, or is it just the chance to look
cool and knowledge filled, please have a solution, or at least a plan,
don’t just say I Want.
I Want a bigger house, a new car, the top of the range designer
clothes, the designed by God partner,
the one that I can then get bored when Time allows
and has run its course; I Want to write, then write,
I Want to be happy, whistle a tune and think of the
Politicians that you can cure society of just with
a cross in a box, a cross through the dark heart.
Something’s are not that easy to deal with in the I Want.
They are the ones you silently pray for and have their own
special place, for they are the ones
that you are willing trade for, to barter your own happiness
for, the I Want of reality and fragile existence.
I Want my mum to live and I will give anything
to you in return, I Want my son to stop being bullied
and his life made miserable just because he is gay,
I Want world peace and I am willing to offer my life
in exchange, I will take my own life
if it ensures you live, I will sacrifice myself
on their words, if it means you are spared…
No I Wants, just I Will.
The danger in I Want is the shallow end that comes up quick
to meet you head on and none of us
are immune, for we are but frail and human,
our own personal happiness more important
at times than ever being the one with noble
intention to say
I Will.
Ian D. Hall 2015