Sonnet: “O Solitude ….” by John Keats:


O solitude!  If I must with thee dwell,

Let it not be among the jumbled heap

Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, –

Nature’s observatory – whence the dell

In flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell

May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep

‘Mongst boughs pavilioned, where the deer’s swift leap

startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell

But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee

Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,

Whose words are images of thought refined,

Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be

Almost the highest bliss of human-kind

When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.


…… In a world rapidly descending into an abyss of fear and suspicion, people are overtly critical of neighbours as well, as friends and family.  Life has stringently become a necessary trial – trying to make ends meet, whilst ensuring children and dependants are adequately catered for; paid work has become a bye-word for life-support; unemployment is a curse no-one wants to endure because, the welfare service embodies an impenetrateable detection agency, refusing to acknowledge weak, helpless ‘obdurates’ who are in no position to work, or obtain employment.  Returnable mail no longer proffer those stamped-addressed envelopes which helped to offset, the added worry of finding the necessary fee for postage, to return those tedious questionnaires, aligned to welfare assistance, demanding truthful, precise information for benefit claims to be considered and, very rarely, successfully appeased; life on the breadline offers-not the slightest chance of state proffered loaves, or even the price of a teabag.  A new pair of shoes warrants ‘closer’ inspection – from neighbours – or even a noticeably new item of clothing.  Have-nots are obsessed with an intention of, preventing others – near at hand – from achieving for themselves; suffering must be shared and, by no means endured alone.


The worst anomaly of this supposed new world, is the despicable pretend-friend type, better known as a two-faced snake in the grass.  These decrepit, snake-like reprobates go to great lengths, to procure the friendship of gullible innocents, abusing them with merciless surreptitude, overlaid with beguiling deception.  The phrase ‘butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth,’ is obviously too good for those demons who are virtually imperceptible and nigh-on undetectable.  They bury themselves in time-worn assimilations of enduring friendship, waiting for their victims’ moment of extreme weakness, before revealing themselves to be fully-loaded adversaries.  One of their most heinous traits, is the pretence of religious values and, even more insidious, the claim to infallible trustworthiness.  How can anyone be so deeply flawed, and psychotically deranged?  You may ask yourself but, it is a new form of normality adopted by the very galling adversaries of essential humanism; they become terrorists and silent killers, employing instruments of cruelty and death, like: the gun and many dark arts of poison.  Many infiltrate and abuse government agencies and systems; sleeping malcontents in government and council employment, for years.  These seemingly benign malcontents pick and choose defenceless victims, who have no power of redress or even recourse to self-defensive mechanisms.  They use employment positions, in a personal capacity, to make life uncomfortable, and uncompromisingly so, for chosen dissenters who actually see through systematic cronyism; what chance have they got?


Of course, the government is responsible – it’s Cameron’s legacy – because they allow ordinary men and women to live and reside, amongst all too familiar people and personalities, who they are allowed to adjudicate over whilst simultaneously competing against them, in real life; they preside over life-affecting issues of basic survival while maintaining life’s simplistic rivalries.  These knife-wielding tin-pot officials use sleight of hand, front-desk versions of actual officialdom to dispossess and relegate victims.  Big brother has become too overbearingly interfering; meddling in the affairs of those who are situated too close to, or obviously below the recognised breadline.  We find poor indefinables landed with tax claims demanding upwards of a thousand pounds, when it is quite obvious they are unable to support, or actually feed themselves.  The system maliciously hounds and harass many, who have no answer to constantly proffered questionnaires and requests for crippling payments, which are quite clearly unobtainable.  The government must be made responsible because these revenue chargers and bill collectors are unvetted, given freedom of personal choice in selecting victims, whilst being surrogates to legal requirements which are plainly unsustainable.  The recognised means test is exactly that: a mean test forcing poverty traps on hapless victims, resulting in situations demanding: pay and starve or, eat and face judgment.  Many succumb and pay regular visits to food banks, others choose hell – and are damned – resorting to criminality and actions of sexual degradation, just to survive.  Council officials arrogantly club together, strutting around in the assurance of monthly government pay-checks, fully aware they are free and clear of the tribulation and travail which their victims have to repeatedly face.  They force legal precepts – through to the letter – fully aware they are not wholly, or satisfactorily applicable because, the recipients of these flawed judgments are in no way able to comply with their statutory demands.