The UK is littered with projects, large and small, which were meant to enhance, improve, make richer the lives of people. They are well meaning; they are at least attempts. However, they are usually thought of by an institution, a public body, or a steering group with no relevance to the every day
There is a Thing. I see the thing, the Thing that was meant to bring
Some imitation of improvement.
But the thing is you see, the Thing; it was conceived of by "the Man"
You know that monolithic, overarching Man,
The power behind the movement
That spawned the creation of the Thing.
And the Man, the distant Man
He handed the Thing on,
He did that because he can,
And He gave it to the great and good, the Them, the They.
They are the "have a goers"
And make sure They have their say
And so the Thing becomes That Thing
That will be disseminated down, by the They and Them
Benignly given to the Us
Who should be so grateful for the godsend
Bestowed by Them and They
On behalf of the Man, the Man with all our plans
Laid out for us to obey.
So the Us, the grateful Us form groups and volunteer precious time
And the Thing takes shape, the Thing is done, the Thing is built
With no thought, no reason. And with no reason, there is no rhyme,
And the foundations of the Thing turn out to be
Them and They's sand and silt..
And so in five years down the line...
...I see the Thing, the ill conceived but well meant Thing
That is no more than ruined memories
Where the ghost s of good intentions sing
Of opportunities lost, of the waste and of the shame.
And the Man and They and Them they go
Unaffected to the next Thing...
...And Us? Well aside from the shell of the Thing that died
Our lives are just the same....