In gutter, in lay-by and in hedgerow,
Liberally broadcast over the grass verge,
Eyesore scatter of cans and bottles merge:
On this selfish Isle, we reap what others sow.
Self-centred harvest it appears to be,
Seeming denial of any social sense,
The challenge of change looks to be immense;
Except, this litter is being picked for free
By community volunteers. No force,
Inducement or wage required, just the grace
To aspire to make this world a better place:
Energy for change comes from such a source.
Who discounts socialism at the start,
May grow to socialism from the heart.