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Not the Spanish Inquisition

I wasn't expecting the border police.
Not in Oldham, anyway
- too far from the coast.
They came on the heels of a yellow storm,
ran-tan-tan on the door
echoed the rolling thunder.
‘We’re checking passports,’ they said
‘on a random basis.
We often do.’
I answered quick, with
undisclosed deliberation,
‘I have no passport.’
‘Then how do you know who you are?’
‘I have a mirror,’ I said.

◄ In praise of imbalance

If Ds died ►

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Anthony Emmerson

Thu 26th Mar 2009 13:02

Hi Rod,
Liked this very much - especially "yellow storm" - not sure why, but I could visualise it! I hate the thought that the state will have access to every email and phone call we make in the name of "security" - but guards its own privacy very jealously from the electorate. We need to make them accountable to us, and remind them that their role is to be our servants. Nice one.
Regards,
A.E.

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