Gloopy Bitumen by Strider Marcus Jones

In Between Hangovers

don’t wait for me,

i’ve got to go

before the treason

on the grassy knoll

that broke a generations

golden dream,

becomes sanguinary

back to stream.

each time a hero comes-

he falls,

God made a Black man King-

uniting races, breaching walls

to make just history

begin,

all gunned down

but seeds sown in.

Marx and Engels

told the truth,

while Che and Lenin

gave it youth-

but power picks, the scabs of politics,

infesting minds and skin-

silencing subversive lips

in shoals of gloopy bitumen.

riding

on the back of Eagle,

imitating

acting legal-

two Brothers

of the Gold and Blood,

homogenise

the neighbourhood;

but Others

shun these hand me downs,

and gather

in Their fields and towns-

questioning

this status quo-

with lores and lost philosophies

to mend this Age we break and sow.

Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant…

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