An Uprising: Poetry of Protest

  Butterflies before an acceptance speech If madness strikes me Seizes my senses right on the dais Shakes me out of my habitual lies; ...

  Straight Tool and Miss Last Nail   Was once a tool Real sleek steel, fine for new nails, or fixing a few rails or just about any...

  Death, thou art loosed! My head is full Of sounds of a shovel Of sands shoved Of rocks moved Of ground punched To sink a neces...

  Rickety Riot The theatres come to town at corners and turnings and straights pavement and kerbside and where else you’d care to look...

  First flash: a business-bright billboard smile; A suit far too neat for the jam on Jogoo Road; A suit too well knit, too well fitting,...

Death, thou art loosed! My head is full Of sounds of a shovel Of sands shoved Of rocks moved Of ground punched To sink a necess...