One rule for me

His eyes were darkly darting,

as he surveyed from high.

The ivory tower that chained

the poor and the care workers

to queues at a local food bank.


He groaned as the media

attacked him. He moaned

behind the bricks at us

while smiling thinly, and

showing us whitened teeth,

which have been polished to bite.


He works to get behind the

doors of power and control

and moves the pawns around,

He justifies his injustice 

to preserve his right wing pride.


A prop of a government that

shows its mettle by lying,

floundering as the thousands

lay down their lives on a front 

line not far off from me, as if 

we were the losing side 



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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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