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Building Bridges
Building Bridges
By jfarrell
Watch them burn…
Isn’t it beautiful?
That black, poisonous cloud, 25 years over South-East London…
Last time I saw my mum.
The pagoda pub….
Back then… burned down many times since,
With many different names…
Last time I saw my dad.
“Jim, you’re so negative……”
“Jim, you should really change your act…”
At least, on this one, I struck the match.
Last time I saw my, so-called, ‘friends’.
I’ve done my building bridges;
And all got spat back in my face;
Now I hold the matches
And I will set light to any bridge I see..
Take my hand and stand with me,
In the centre of the inferno;
The raging fire of bitterness;
The popping and thundering of burning hurt.
Put your arms around my waist,
And dance with me,
As if this was the last night on earth….
And now, is all we have.
