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The rape is secondary to the fact the victim fought
and whilst the rapist plays the victim shedding tears before the court
the victim finds th..
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A hollow word elusive in its avoidance of our eyes,
a shackle stilling hands whilst wrapped in promising disguise,
adangling carrot stealing gl..
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We teach our children tales of truth, that words must match a heart,
we speak of the importance of a conscience and the wisdom it imparts, ..
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A peacock strutting for the lights, the crowds rapturous applause, coaching a new generation on how to sell themselves as whoresA rebellion of aesthet..
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Who’s stories do we tell,
who’s threads do we weave within our own ?
Are we planting seeds in fertile ground or simply sowing s..
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Stolen,
bound and packed so tight within the wooden bowels,
the
air so rank with piss and fear, and rent with cries and howls,
root..
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Paupers graves like gaping mouths that feed on what we’ve lost,
swallowing the corpses born by dogmas holocaust
Feeding on the flesh..
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A poem about the stories, scars and names that life leaves etched upon a heart
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I may sometimes appear mad to the outside world, but no more mad than the outside world appears to me
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The military man looks at the world through eyes of war,
the red flags have been unfurled by sabre rattling matadors
Hawks that gaze from hi..
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