Adam was a member of Oxford Phab in its early days, and despite being Deaf – he communicated mainly via a Light Writer – and in a wheelchair, he was very sociable, finding friends wherever he went. He died, suddenly and much too young in 2007, but I am publishing this poem, which he wrote, in celebration of his memory and the times we spent chatting on Phab holidays.
Fairer World
In my fairer world Everybody will help everyone else In my fairer world nobody would have to bully anybody In my fairer world All the parents would go round evenly In my fairer world everybody would eat ice cream once a week. Everybody could have a job Everybody could have a bath when they wanted Everybody could spell and read and write Everybody would have enough to eat In my fairer world In my fairer world There is no war, no drought and nobody minds Giving things to other people In my fairer world Nobody minds if you are black or white or thin or fat Nobody minds if you are clever or not In my fairer world In my fairer world everybody's got something to say And everybody wants to listen In my fairer world Nobody whacks anybody about or does nasty things In my fairer world It doesn't matter whether you are rich or poor or old or young Or where you live Or what you wear Or how you talk Of if you are in a wheelchair Like me.
