Crystal glass lays cut knife edged
tyrannical distaste refusal to end.
We are mixing the colour of our blood
dark, with the colour of our skin.
Fighting for our faiths subsistence
standing against the blonde of loathing’s
For those I see this night I shall hear no more
memory of the sun seeps from the heart
etched to burn my eyes.
In its ending, I am dark –
winter has occupied us
against the hatred of the sky.
Desecration of a faith –
A life to be who we please.
it seemed as if there were many steps
though I knew there to be only one.
The persecutors jack boots
oppressively marching on…
Poppy January 2013 ~xx~