Uprising from the Fallen

Alan Rayner
1 min readDec 14, 2019


So, once again, a Nation falls for It

The Old Great Lie

That severs Self from Neighbourhood


The Victor smiles

Speaking of Healing and Getting the Job Done

While knowing full well

That the deepest Cut

Was of His own making

In the first place


The Maiden weeps

Who dared to raise her head

Beyond the Parapet

In No Man’s Land

As the Henchman crows

‘We pole-axed Her’


The Ditherer

Spell-bound by His self-less ideology

Pauses for reflection

On what wasn’t done

To avert this catastrophe


To seek to unify

By eliminating diversity

Is that Old Great Lie

That the Great Selector promulgated

At the dreadful cost of natural community


Now, as Solstice beckons

In these deep dark days

A new ground-swelling commences

Gathering voices together

In natural communion


The battle’s over

It must be said

But the War’s not won

That severs Self from Neighbourhood



Alan Rayner

Alan Rayner is an evolutionary ecologist, writer and artist, who is pioneering the philosophy of natural inclusion