KILL ALL THE WHITE MEN
I’m a white man.
I’m straight and I’m pissed.
What the fuck does it matter who I like to kiss?
Fuck who you want to and I won’t dismiss you.
Let’s talk about peace and collectivism virtue.
THE MARXIST CHRISTIAN
He’s calm.
His body is still and his mind is a bomb.
He’s not a Marxist.
Nor is he Christian.
He finds himself somewhere all caught up between them.
A poem about the contrast between Marxism and Christianity.
WAITING FOR DEATH
My eyes are right dry now.
I haven’t seem to cry in what seems like the sky.
Oh how I wish to be drenched in warm tears.
Filling up cups like the pub with its beers.