Con-Demed
The dead teacher hung from the rafters
A distended face locked in agonising turn
Students gaze glassy eyed uncomprehending
As they return to a parody of education
With all facts ripped from within
The police office was garrotted
Lycra tights of the sex worker
cutting into a thick neck that was stuck out
Trying to help
Now they line up against a different wall
Chips of masonry fail to plug oozing wounds
The charity worker a bloody pulp
Beaten with her own walking aids
Passers by avoid the mess with careful steps
Some remember… something
Litter the streets with copper coins
Until the street cleaners clean the stain
Posted: Friday, March 27th, 2020 @ 11:34 am
Categories: Poems, Political.
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