The Sin of Underprivilege
And another one diesOf AIDS, of TB, of cancerWhat does it matter?We don’t careWhy should we?It doesn’t affect usSecure in […]
Poem
A Homecoming
Suburban walls, suburban gardens,Suburban bricksConfront meA decade onSo much has changedBehind my suburban exteriorAm I as unrecognisableAs the scene before
Suburban Hell
As I stumble through this existenceI wander pastRows of stark stone prisonsEncaging sad suburban soulsWithin their lifeless, faced-brick cells.They mete
When the world stops
The coffee cup grows cold slowly in my handWhilst I, distracted, think on you.Then the world surrounding meStopsAnd I lose
Prophet of a Lesser Age
He sits square-framed and lies to meWith words of hatred and deceit.He speaks of honesty and truthAs if they were
To The Unknown Victim
Did you suffer badly, I wonder,In that time of pain?Did they destroy your soulAs easily as they destroyed your body?When