#fight

Windows Painted Closed

Her words spit out as I  
feign interest with a nod.    
Then silence,    
A forceful pause,  
Her stern gaze pries.  
Though I’ve learned to hate her way,  
My words come out wrong.  
“I will not go!”  
“I will not be who you want me to be!”  
We start throwing fire.  
No breaks,  
No giving in.  
The words revolve around  
My spinning head.  
In her house,    
I could barely breathe  
With all these windows  
painted closed.

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Troubles Revisited

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All and nothing

 

Oh, here-we-go again!

Dancing...

to the tune of the drum,

Dancing...

to the beat of the bullet,

BangBangBang,

Then faceless feet skip a hasty retreat,

while life-blood drains deadly,

streams down the street,

And it’s always the same, 

God given colour…

RED!

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Mirrored Images

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'Fenian Fucker!'

 

blindly echoes

 

'Black Bastard!',

 

crippled cultures

fervent rants

doused in petrol,

 

colours hatred chants

strike a match

take a shot,

 

'flegs' and voices

drums and guns 

to each their own,

 

noisy protest taunts,

unforgivingly

hatred haunts, hatred haunts.


 

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