Union lack…

Put up a flag, desperate to fit…
Flags that were used on hideous ships…

Where are you Jack?
Who is it this time?

Can’t help think of the kids that have to fight to survive…
Whilst yours flit between different lives, crying inside…

Sing them a brutish lullaby,
About a world that never lived…
The same lullaby that reverberates through the opera boxes of this creaking pit…

It’s only purpose to keep you as the sick,
The sick who were shown to sit and take it, teeth full of grit; or vilely spit, taken in the clutches of that ugly shadow bearer’s writ…

The Oldest Lie

The oldest lie we tell our children is that we are all equal.
We pretend. We lie. We digress from the truth to shield them from all evils.
But the truth is we dream of such a world where race, creed and colour do not define us.

We protect them from the facts of life and speak of the past, forgetting the present.
We praise MLK, Malcolm and Mandela as civil right heroes,
neglecting the bitter truth that they took the first steps on our long walk to freedom.

Enough is enough. Our children deserve better.
They need to know our struggle.
Only then can we dream of better things.