Patriotism

These fanatic pitchforks I spy,
With waving flags they jeer,
With the blaming sabre,
And toxic forked tongues,
The wrong people broken under heel,
Be they the wrong colour or creed,

You dinosaurs believe your own haughty myth,
That your borders confine some element of superiority,
To simply resent the alien,
To hate the outside,
To hide behind a tattered mask of patriotism,
You have learned nothing from history,

You live in nations built alongside immigrants sweat,
You ignore your own history for spites sake,
Spewing lies forced into your veins by dangerous men,
Your self-serving devotion is weakness,
You don’t show strength,
You show fear.

Flags

You would think that flags were holy,
Sacred relics,
How they are so worshipped,
Visible at all the rallies,
Leading all the armies,
Do people not realise,
They are simple crass fabric?

Flags are living things they say,
Flying around on the wind,
They squawk things like,
“You win!”,
“Here be friends!”,
“Leave me be!”,
“Here be dragons!”,

All manner of divine symbols,
Pennants of myriad beliefs,
Flags of nations past and present,
Ensigns of every shade,
Some are benign,
Others are oppressive gods,
Worshipped by churlish bigots,

Flags perform for all who gaze,
People elate at their wistful dances,
They are both cherubs and incubi,
Performing in every hurricane,
But alas,
I tell lies of course,
They are simply soulless fabric.

A Felled Knight

We lost a man today,
I did not know him,
But i’ve heard his story oftentimes,
Police stops and biased chains,
Run down underdogs of colour,
Undeserving of vitriol,

Despite a merciless knee,
From an agent of racist divide,
He has risen,
To become more than himself,
An icon,
A catalyst,

Despite his past,
He has become a black knight,
Perhaps a ronin,
Not born to silver spoons and equality,
I’ve heard his story oftentimes,
He is every brother and sister beaten by blue hands,

Through his sacrifice,
To a cruel unfair world,
Equality has gained a new warrior,
There have been hosts before him,
Learn their names and stories,
Please,

Rest in peace now,
You face and life shall shine on,
All lives may indeed matter,
But some need our assistance,
Our vigil,
So let us preach black lives matter.

Red Stamp

New Monday.
New week.
Same old work.
Same old desk.
Boss is a bigot.
Bored of life.
Hate working at the warrant office.

Case-file 1.
First of many.
20 something female.
Artist.
No native family.
Boring.
Sentenced to termination.

Case-file 2.
Getting hungry now.
Young infant.
Found on the border.
Parents shot dead by security nearby.
Impressionable.
Sentenced to indoctrination.

Case-file 3.
Young foreign couple.
Boring.
Sentenced to termination.
Can’t wait for work to end.
Hate this tedious job.
Nothing interesting ever happens at the warrant office.

This red termination stamp is getting worn out too.