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Colourblind
It was black and white
for a while
Until the first line
was drawn
Then the pale grey people
the people who could only draw
a black cross
in a white box
began to sense
other possibilities
shading the palette
The colours of debate
splashed clumsily
over everything:
the harsh red of anger
the yellow of injustice
screaming crimson
a har...
Monday 3rd December 2018 10:39 am
Late Wisdom
You're aching for peace
I'm hurting too
Let the arguing cease
There's polling to do
You look for meaning
I offer a word
No sense for your gleaning
I'm not sure they heard
You called referendum
I thought it was flawed
A meaningless thrum
On democracy's chord
You were not aware and
I never knew
That voting out fanned
A nationalist view
...
Tuesday 9th October 2018 5:00 pm
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