Poetry Corner
Submitted by Anonymous on
Excuse me Australia,
I know it’s a closed session, but I would like to ask a question...on rights
Something like...
Who’s got the right to light-up a furnace
And just watch it burn through the blackest, darkest
Light of a blind man’s midnight – and while its fire still flickers,
Whittle their will
down to a fine-toothed comb
That splits my skin
and crinkles my curls
as I work it through my head.
‘Cos I learned, only yesterday
That the Australian delegation
Want to relegate human rights appeals
From their current place in the
Nose-bleed seats of the CDM stadium;
to an empty beat
in what once was bracketed text
that gave businUSs and us
a one sentenced, equal bet, at the right to appeal.
But maybe I should have guessed
That when you’re sitting at a desk,
It’s not so easy to remember
what it feels like to set your filing cabinet on fire,
and find yourself without your suit and tie,
but as a real-life person that hurts sometimes,
and would really appreciate one night
to appeal their day-to-day, CDM-struggle
through life.
– Chris Wright
