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
because
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I am so crushed
to see it all happening
again, the poor having
putrified options,
and the friend
I once had
informed
that she’s a
foreigner.
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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.
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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.
