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Ant (Poetry) 13-04-2005
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I am but still in great contempt belayed To watch the spring and dread the passing days But though my eyes retain the shock of hate I listen for the telling of their ways I smile a smile and wink the wretched winks He watches and retains...

Choke (Poetry) 20-04-2005
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I have been choking for seventeen years- Mostly around my mother. There were times in my early childhood When her hands would clasp around my neck- Jamaican sun in her eyes. They’d squeeze; And I’d wheeze for air. But that contact has...

Hunger Cries (Poetry) 27-04-2005
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I saw a man on the screen today. He begged me for my wages. Twenty cents a day he said, As he pointed to the garbage. I turned my head and tried to sleep; But I heard a rhythm and a saying repeat. Feed the Children… Feed the Children…....

Pollutant (Poetry) 18-01-2006
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Oil and Corruption. Guns and Violence. The blue suits Dominate. The Brown suits Die. The White suits Deal- Bright red scars For clean white Suits. The beating of Drums for peace Silenced. Garbage against None. Recycling for...

Testing (Poetry) 16-02-2006
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I passed the keys to my man. He passed the kids to me again. I passed them off to the day-care staff; that I passed by on my way to work. I passed the dollar to the driver; And passed three seats to find one empty. I passed the time in...

The Worker (Poetry) 18-01-2006
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Forget about money for a moment, And focus on the person In blue, Blackened by society. The worker. The ailment? The propaganda fed to everyone That truth Exists only in one’s propinquity To torture. Complain? No. You do not...