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1st of July

1st of July

I wasnt born on the 1st of July
I was born in the midnight of yesterday and tomorrow
I was born in so many twilights
Half here half there
Shades of colour from head to toe
Milky white, ebony black, walnut brown, delta green

I wasnt born on the 1st July
I was born between the layers of truth and lies
I was born in so many places
Amongst the ghosts of night and rules of man
Turn left
Look right
Sit straight
Damn shite

I wasnt born on the 1st of July
I was born in the concrete jungles
Mountains of rubbish feeding multitudes of beggars
Cripples, urchins, rich men too
Fat from the food of the land

I wasnt born on the 1st of July
I was born in the bush of fright
In the Black earth night
Where sons die and mothers weep
Where men in green make women scream
Where black gold turns rivers old
Where heroes are bought leaving the people fraught
Where the living are dying
Where fat men are lying

I wasnt born on the 1st of July
I was born where people deny
Where the sky is red
Where the birds are dead
Where the mermaids once danced
Where their skin is now lanced

I wasnt born on the 1st of July
I was born in the rivers of old
When there was no black gold

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1 Comment

  1. nikki

    this poem is really captivating and deep.