The run of history in a thick soup of rain The brown colored condiment in a clear bottle The inexpensive aftershave and give away shampoo Two pairs of runners on a canvas chair.
An empty tin Unironed shirts Traffic sounds rattling in the moist breeze A historic evening of words surrendering In the mouths of politicians in sombre dress Grey hair dyed dark Tasteful tie with moderate knots, The co-ordinates of sincerity in the eradication of war.
Television-dressed leaders, consigned by history To a passionate cause, lining pockets, in the equality Of flags and parades, a jumble of yesterday’s news Holding the chips for tommorow’s game; cold-coiled Reality a level of talk and trust constantly tied, tested And untethered by events, departure and return, The simplistic consistency of two tribes, vying, in wait For a sign of belief in each other’s rights In the conflicting song of a patriot dead, dying for truth And lies put into our heads, centuries of silent wrongs
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