Inclusion

I don’t want to be included in a society that drops bombs
on a poor defenceless people.
I don’t want to be included in a society that lets its
pensioners die of malnutrition and cold.
I don’t want to be included in a society where you have to
deny your past and the firm friends you made in
mental hospital, in order to survive.
I don’t want to be included in a society riddled with
inequalities.
I don’t want to be included in a society where all that matters
is how much money you have.
I don’t want to be included in a society where, in order to
survive, you have to lie and cheat.

I want to be included in a society where you can talk about
your ideas and feelings, openly and honestly.
I want to be included in a society where a complete stranger
will share their last cigarette with you.
I want to be included in a society where you can laugh and
joke about things that, in the past,
you took far too seriously.
I want to be included in a society where friends are always
there when you need them.
I want to be included in a relaxed, friendly, equal and free
society.
Oops, sounds like the Service User Movement, maybe I’m
already included.

John Exell © 2002