How is it slightly shocking
when the jokers cease their mocking?
When our silent door’s been knocked in?
When this time spent out is slept in?
How our lovers call their debts in?
Why does the thought make criers
of those bigots
All the cheaters and deceivers?
All the thieves-crooks-plebs-receivers?
Where can the buck be halted?
Why is the last,
Where are our truths remoulded?
Why are our mem’ries jolted
and when will this Hate be hated?!
[from November 2011]