Archive for October 1, 2022


She Walks Alone …

a protest poster during the struggle against Apartheid in South Africa





She Walks Alone …




she walks alone,
barefoot in the paddies of rice,
breaking her back for some precious grains.


she walks alone,
in jo’burg town, with a black eye,
smacked around by him the previous painful night.


she walks alone,
in the streets of neon hazed manila,
along the pristine hedges of rotten london,


on the crowded pavements of lonesome new delhi,


across the rolling plains of the vast bounteous pampas,


over the winding back-ways of the sloping and grimy favelas,


on the glittering pavements of rich and sweetly-scented jeddah,


through the blindingly false boulevards of that sad los angeles town.


she walks alone,
bearing the burden of mother and daughter,of cook and sweeper and wife and mistress and punching-bag,

she walks alone,

through your streets and mine,
standing up as she is beaten more down,


loving a little as the bruises on her face turn purple,

feeding the little ones with morsels of hastily cooked beans.


she walks alone,
in factories and in mills and in buses,
in schools and in brothels and in places in-between.


she walks alone,
staying alive on the alms of the ‘charitable’,


violated by those who from the pulpit preach.

she walks alone,


my sister and yours,
my mother and yours too,
my lover and your beloved as well.


she walks alone,
caged by society in its invisible prison,
a slave of norms and culture and religion and caste,

she walks alone,
but she is the conscience of me and you,
screaming at us silently in hunger and despair,

she walks alone,
and though fearful of you men she may seem,

be warned that she may not forever be this alone,

for she too believes,

for she too needs and wants and loves and weeps,

in the silent night of complacency while impotent
mankind sleeps,

and she too will rise and in rising slay,
the beasts that in your callous hearts prowl and lay,

and she too will demand her rightful place,

for every mother and sister and lover and daughter has a real, human face.

from google
from google

from google

Apples & Spinach …

The foul odour of scarred flesh.


The reeking decomposition.



Bodies once animated, once so alive,
Now strewn across the moist ground.



The surgical strike.



The pin-point accuracy.



The smartest weapons,
Deployed,
To decimate the bad guys.



Black and brown people,
More often than not,
Pummeled to a pulp,



Black and blue.



While LCD screens miles away,
Surveil and scan for potential targets,
The unknown other.



The evil doers,
As mothers & daughters,



Pick out apples and spinach
In a market-place in the cross-hairs.




from google
art by banksy



Greed is Good* …

brands and little tender hands,
sewing and sweating,

in dinghy factories and in smoke-clogged stands.

Haute-couture and ostentatious labels,
black and blue whiskey on heaving sushi tables.

Greed is good,


it ‘enhances’ free-market competition,
as we blindly scamper from mall to mall,
devoid of a scintilla of compassionate vision.

Greed is good,
oh and it feeds,
on complicity,
apathy,
as we reap the rewards,
of the sowing of hypocritical seeds.

Greed is good,
yes it is,
as long as we can buy and buy and buy and buy,

and

as long as there’s gourmet coffee to be had,

and,

as long as there are oysters we can lasciviously shuck,

ohhhh yessss,
greed is good,
so we sew our mouths shut,
as we frolic,
as we party,

and,

as we fuck …





art from google


( * – title borrowed from Oliver Stone’s film ‘Wall Street’ )

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