Choose a Uni. Choose a course.
Choose an image. Choose dysfunctional
housemates and dodgy washing machines.
Choose bitter, kebabs and soft drugs.
Choose late nights, low cholesterol
and cheap cigarettes. Choose the S.U,
Platform 5 and Alka Seltzer.
Choose a plagiarised essay nicked from
a friend which you donít understand
anyway. Choose freshers flu, STDís
and glandular fever. Choose a career,
partner and semi-detached house.
Choose waking up at 45 still trying
to convince yourself these were the best
days of your life. Choose rotting away
at the end of it all, nothing more than
a forgotten statistic to the cynical
undergraduates who replaced you.
CHOOSE YOUR FUTURE.
Choose a creation. Choose a planet.
Choose a People. Choose them rebelling
against your love. Choose a solution.
Choose forgiveness. Choose a Son pure
and blameless. Choose him being rejected
and betrayed by the kiss of a friend.
Choose a trial in a Kangaroo court.
Choose watching him being spat at, abused
and flogged. Choose watching his body
nailed to a wooden cross. Choose to watch
as he gives his last pained breath and the
sky turns black. Choose raising him on the
third day to offer life to the very people
that murdered Him. Choose waiting for the
world to accept your solution.
Choose your Future.