I want to scream

from the deepest part in my belly

filling every cell with rage

and letting it out

with a scream that will 

rattle windows

and shake Westminster



I am so crushed

to see it all happening

again, the poor having

putrified options,

and the friend

I once had 


that she’s a 



They rule like spreading trees,

nothing can grow beneath

their strong branches

but their offspring;

and like the Red sea

they divide ‘n drown

people in their wake.


Like cyclones they

roar over the 

voices of the many

destroying lives

and leaving behind 

chaos and somehow

they assume the right

and blue is the colour

of poverty.

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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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