Since my blog has quickly become a hodge-podge of everything and anything, I thought I’d quickly upload a poem I wrote tonight. Uploading poetry might become a regular thing but I won’t make any promises!
I learnt how to count when I was two or three.
Flies fest on the bodies left behind in war,
Replacements move through a revolving door.
The numbers are not the government’s responsibility.
I learnt history when I was four or five.
Letters left behind by the literate and free,
Who can speak for the enslaved rotting in the sea.
Only the words of the deceitful survived.
I learnt religion when I was nine or ten.
Women in Church look like pastel-coloured clones,
I wonder if they know that God often appears as a drone.
The pages of the Bible are made of dead men.
I learnt science when I was twelve or thirteen.
Agent Orange burns an infant’s lungs and eyes,
The buzz of manufactured chemicals drowns out their death cries.
A black arm welcoming the AIDs needle’s silver sheen.