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Sunday, 16 September 2012

The Neighbours


Infested with roaches
It sits
A concrete jungle
Festering
On the edge of society

In forest green shade
It spawns
It’s insidious half-lifes
Leeching
From the rest of humanity

In little grey boxes
They swarm
In moth-like attraction
Sucking
The life from community

From father to son
They pass
The rules of avoidance
Praising
Each illegality

Opposite side of the hill
They weep
In tear strewn confusion
Bitter
At life’s new reality

A lifetime of labour
They bled
The fruits of their toils
Rewarded
In a life of frugality

In grim silent houses
They mourn
The death of their every dream
Buried
In life changing finality

They stare at the jungle
And scream
At outrageous injustice
Decrying
Systemic brutality

© F Martin
2012