© Christopher Raine




If you recall all the reckoning
that was wreaked upon rest
The tired and the poor,
the clothed and the undressed
The tiny little picture
in your wallet in the drawer,
the passport for the guilt
we kept on distant shores

All the suffering of suffragettes,
the seditious screaming roar
The neutering of homosexuals,
wanting love and nothing more
The prisoners of forbidden sex
in the dungeon on their knees
for the boring democratic chore,
now neglected by the free

Left alone to your own devices,
favorite apps and favourite screens
A blanket of smothering confirmation,
while the real is left unseen?
All that matters is the matter,
take the time and stake a claim
lest tyranny raise its trembling fist
with ourselves, the ones to blame