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Kneel
Kneel
I saw a young man kneel today
He hung his head as if to pray
But he would take a life away
To honour and protect they say
Another black man has to die
Before the country questions why
They let enforcers kill and lie
and let another mother cry
Fear and hate mix with malice
A city faces the abyss
A cocktail of vinegar and piss
On the streets o...
Thursday 28th May 2020 2:35 pm
My Mother's Kitchen
My Mother’s Kitchen
I’m in my mother’s kitchen
It’s a Monday afternoon
The oven’s heated up the air
The buns will be out soon
Everywhere there’s an aroma
Of cinnamon and spice
An apple pie sits on the table
I’m waiting for a slice
A black-leaded coal fire
Does it’s best to dominate
The heat and the smells
That the baking permeates
An old fridge hums...
Tuesday 28th April 2020 2:50 pm
Nunquam Iterum!
Nunquam Iterum!
Dear Wilfred
Thank you for your honesty
Without your vivid colours
These experiences would be shadows
Colourless and somehow unreal
But now we see sickly colours of the gas
We feel the helpless panic of the scurry
We touch the comrade writhing in the deadly sea
Your stressed heartbeat
The hopelessness of loss
Despair at the trudge
The d...
Sunday 28th April 2019 4:28 pm
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