Puzzled
By Mr Lionel Fogarty

Priced on lives
Once dressed in peace
Ripped justice apart
Discovering yourself that dressing up for the battle
cons promises
brings nothing
Puzzled – when crippling roos look to jump
Confused when gifted blacks – fall
Arms out above, raised
approaches none
Camps removed and moved
Nigger haters told to shut up
Nigger lovers told to shut up
Blacks so confused
Now we are forced into dumps
where nation upon nation
Turn to face each other
Puzzled
But struggle will bring life
There will be no puzzle.

To find out more of Lionel Fogarty look at “Guerrilla Poetry: Lionel Fogarty’s Response to Language Genocide.” from the past two days – here and here, and Lionel’s own take on his writing here

NEXT WEEK  our Poetry Editor Ira Maine returns from his sojourn in the antipodes refreshed in mind and body.  The filth expunged from every pore.