how to keep a sanguine heart
the question hangs limp
a vacant noose,
I don’t think I hate
or at least try hard
not to, but never show it,
it’s about rights
rights that we wave
like white flags,
like thin credentials
tissue paper testimonials
in search of an ear
they are plastered over icons
before they fall, but
rights are colourless
surely,
it’s indignation that hates
that wears a different skin,
aha!
now we’re getting somewhere
I must be prudent
as my legs climb the gallows
and my chin rests on the rope.
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© Graham Sherwood 06/2020
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