Fairness

I ask nothing of you,

a paradox, in ways.

Words ring far from true,

For I do seek, that you ask nothing of me.

I make my home by the sea,

whilst you, fair Ness, remote

and wild and free.

The burden of broken trust.

The concrete heart of lies and lust.

Spiral, dragging, scraping, rotten rust.

Just as all feel all decay,

all have sea wash dust away.

You, fair Ness, stand barefoot,

like Cuban causeway.

Leading shanty shacks, hungry mouths

fed only rice,

to palm trees, sun and

ripened fruit in Paradise.