Sunday, 18 September 2022

the wounded wound

 the wounded wound



we will always

for queue

they said


so they bowed before them

to be trodden into history’s road


at the roundabout they turned upon them

the lions ran back into the bush


their wounds healed 

under democracy’s balm

until plaster peeled back


and the glint returned to the lions’ eyes

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