Oxford Commons Remain
Ten years later, it hasn’t changed:
A few small cafes with hippy sippers.
Punks have added youthful spirit,
But their unwashed brothers
“Fight for peace” then smash bike riders,
Not keeping the spirit once conceived.
Belinda carries special feelings,
Treat her well, but expect great things.
Do not let her off so lightly,
Keep her moving in the green.
Keep in her path and learn to listen,
She is aware, her path is clean.
Be all you can be, work for peace,
But brothers don’t go smashing heads.
Sit on cemented blocks, rousted nightly
By the city’s finest: blue patrol
With walking sticks. Belinda ducks
Such foolish swings, not smiling.
Listen to the drunken minstrel,
Laugh when when selfish people enter.
Gather, but don’t stay too long.
Grab a hunk of what is needed
Then spread the word amongst the young.
Knowledge kept is shameless greed.
Settle for no less than perfect,
Develop space that is your own.
Keep that which puts asunder
Violent trends within your group.
Let the mean boys wander off,
Become the village of your dreams.
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