native son

like not everyone

born here

land of free

oh my

ah me

so when the land they leave

is why

cos they too wanna live

and not die

but what of this

would one such as i know

of it




the sorrow of today

and tomorrow

is a page

of pink and red

blood on all our hands

of the earthly loam and land

be on time

stay alert

first strike

nine eleven

i d like to forget


the elide

to slide

to flag


right wing lying jerk asses

pin flags

on lapel

dis inform

the morn

dawn too knows

we were

there til the end

but lost

the cost

is still being counted

after all