It's not your pipe or plummy voice
nor your posh-boy turned working class
mutation that I celebrate.
Nor is it the way you glowed
with anti-nuclear fervour
when others bunkered down.
It is the way you drove
a straight line to the truth
wherever you could see it
and refused to step aside
from consequences
that left you stranded at the roadside:
and the more the shiny people sneered
at this curio from another age
the more it dawned on us you were a prophet.
Julian Dobson (20th century) England
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