Yesterday, at a panel entitled "F*** your knight and the horse he rode in on", the question of social change through genre literature came up, and so I was appraised of the notion that I must make clear my political intent from the outset.

Therefore, I present you my manifesto as a writer.

In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.

Thanks, peadarog, for informing me of the Waterboys origin, at least in music.