(1) There’s a sign
it says
HANG THE REPIST
it means
the small flame of our candle
simply melts white wax
as we walk streets
by painted temples
same as he did
when he took the child
she looking for rainbow puddles
friends to play with, no time for prayers
only just old enough to say
four years of coaxing consonants to say
I want to go home now.
Her fractured body found car park cold
family loudly told, we will find them we will.
They don’t.
Taking a different turn opens up a new world for a Belfast writer
UPDATE: It looks as if the films that led to this post are not, in fact, real, and are pieced together from stock footage. I apologise personally for being taken in, but am leaving post up as a memento that we can all get taken in by what we would like to be true. Read more at the Washington Post.
The narrowness of the liberal viewpoint can often do the work for reactionaries. The answer to the housing shortages associated with migration is always "build more houses". Yet, not for one minute do they consider how this sounds to the people who live day to day with Britain's housing crisis.
“Build more houses” is an aspiration, not a policy.
Last night I dreamt I saw Jeremy Corbyn again.
It seemed to me as he stood outside our local Morrisons, at a trestle table, with a petition about the NHS, and a Palestine flag as a tablecloth for no immediately apparent reason, that he was at peace. The familiar beige Harrington hung from his frame, atop chocolate Farah slacks. His biro tucked safely in his shirt pocket.
A new poem for Little Atoms’ Two Cultures series