Ebola & the Prejudices that Lurk just Beneath the Veneer …

Ebola & the Prejudices that Lurk just Beneath the Veneer …

call me simplistic,

call me an anachronism,

but,

I detect a faint odour of old – time racism,

as the fear of Black Africa,

of Black Africans,

is camouflaged in haz-mat suits,

and carefully nursed,

fed, ratcheted up,

as the virus mutates,

digging up the fear of those ‘brown folk’,

‘these immigrants’,

‘the bloody foreigners’,

while mouthing platitudes,

to soothe the huddling multitudes,

solidifying the pervasive odour of thinly concealed racism,

and that’s the virus,

already a pandemic,

the virus of embraced ignorance,

of pleasant prejudices,

of the menace of the ‘other’,

the virus of raw, naked racism,

mutating,

sinking its talons,

into pliant minds …

Wasted Moments …

squandering moments,

precious, few,

lost in the twisting maze,

work,
play,
consume,

walk around in a inured daze …

while,

by the by,

life’s moments sit idly by the wayside,

tiring of the inertia,

yearning to flap their unclipped wings,

into the soaring sky,

and …

liberated at last,

simply fly …

Confessions of a Random Exile …

Confessions of a Random Exile …

i humbly confess,

by sharing a pained fragment of myself with you,

that,

i have squandered a few moments by casually and callously ignoring all that i believe in,

cloaking my complicit eyes to who i think i am,

by succumbing at times,

to that alluring urge,

that gnaws at the core, while embedded beneath the vagabond skin,

that urge, that rapturous feeling of saying that i,

I belong …