COLOURS OF CONSCIOUSNESS

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Binary opposites, Difference, diversity, Language, poem, poetry, Race, Semiotic

COLOURS OF CONSCIOUSNESS

colours
of consciousness

sad that the glory of our species
is refused, gets refracted

the way the raiding of the rainbow
bitterly unappreciated

and yet, as we words needing,
useless without
opposite
defining
otherness

how would the absence of difference, kill what
distinguishes, strip us of
all that gives us
meaning, is

innately alien, the very
shifting point to
all we are
everything we
might be

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CARPET (UNDER THE)

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child, children, death, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, satire

children die
(your country — conservative estimate —
has killed thousands already)

they burst apart
when bombs hit them
go into seizure when
denied vital droplets of
life-giving water

quality of mercy not strained?
what does he know, where
the fuck is he coming from

where did he study that shit he is saying?
economics teaches us
people are
not equal

a seven-year-old pops: so what!
let’s get back to business, build
our walls
sweep her story, what
is left of her
under the carpet

CHESS IS

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black, Chess, poem, poetry, Race, white

CHESS IS

Chess is
what you are
looking for

the grid on
the board you
superimpose

me, I’m nightmarishly good
with my black pieces

knight, rook, bishop, queen
all out for a piece
of that dead
white king.

TIGER

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identity, poem, poetry, Race, tiger, transformation, William Blake

TIGER

woke up
my eyes big big
gone total tiger

seeing the world
gold black gold black

not the usual
habitual
zebra pattern

no the gold and the black
blazing together, defining
each other

perfectly, symmetrically,
forest of the night
quite intertwined

SHAME

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Humanity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, racism, satire

SHAME

we want
to be
pure

we want
to be
different

we
want to
be
same

we want the
best of
both worlds, of
all worlds

coursing
through our veins

so desiring
so
frightened

our species
such a shame

CARAVAN

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Humanity, immigrants, migrants, migration, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, Race, satire

they dance, they sing,
they summersault
tell jokes
in the strangest dialects
about strange things

a winding snake
with so much to say, so much to give,
but they are
human so
we shall never
let them in

have sown the mines
have fields of
fire
that interlock, whether
stone or rock
the weapon of choice
that they bring
we are ready

not a life will be saved
not a joy given

we are
thoroughly Biblical
about their being
a threat
to our very existence

WHITE ON RICE

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arrogance, narcissism, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, satire

WHITE ON RICE

he told his children
he was God

had seen him
beat their mother so other
they felt it best to believe him

and now
their new godlike father bids
then build a wall
to keep out cannibals
speaking foreign languages

for it will be
the end of this godlike progeny
should they arrive
end of the lies, double-
dealing, hypocrisy

everything
they believe in

BIRD ISLAND

BIRD ISLAND

who would have
thought it

that white
could be the
sick death colour
of hypocrisy

yes, manne,
R1, R2, R3, R4:
this in essence was
what you were defending

the better
to facilitate the lie
in all such circumstances

smeared with a holy
patriotic white
skin cream

who would
have thought it

open the door of
that history
and you
just fall through

O NEG

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poem, poetry

O NEG

racism is
red

it is
in the blood

the colour
of blood

look how
bitter you get
when I
point it out

so bitter
you going to
blow a
big hole in
my chest
with that gun

to protect
your skin

big round
hole

perfect for
my blood-group:
universal donor
O-neg

PLAYING THE BLACK

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

PLAYING THE BLACK

was playing
the black pieces

about to force
mate in two moves
but then told
a new
sheriff
in town (no ebony and
ivory coz
did not
shoot the deputy)

and black in this
brave new world
is never
allowed to win

for that is the essence of
this two-dimensional flat-world
with square checkered boxes
spaces of
death

and
life

the light and
dark of good and evil
wearing their colours
plain and simple

as the sky goes haywire with
fundamental misreading
every force needing
counterbalance
sending you
Oh marshal of whiteness, Caesar
of all white pieces,
scouting for
unsullied realms of
good old homestead meaning

reassuring
easy and prosperity-comfortable
like a Christ parable reduced
to a sound bite
psalm of David
grossly lip synched
grotesquely misunderstood