Where have you all been? If you've kept your ear the main vein of the streets, you would know war is coming. Civil war. For reasons we continually ignore, including
police brutality and
institutional racism.
Power B was a
poem I wrote in my second year in uni., detailing my experience with a pig. No premise to search me and in the end, the same vile male officer that put his hands on me tried to impersonate his inspector over the phone to squash the matter when my mother called on my behalf to complain... the
Police Inspector in
Maidstone, we found out later, was a woman, not a man. How relevant seeing the Draconian Warlord Gunrunner and his minions want to deploy barely diluted Ghadaffi-tactics by bringing in water hoses and
rubber bullets. I'm gonna stop there cause if I continue, I know I'm going to start to have a bout of turrets with 'Cameron', 'Clegg', '
ConDem' and 'pig' interjections.
Enough hogwash,
Power B is in the
Weyfarers Mag. 111, a poem that also features in my first published ebook of poems: Harbinger: the Medium and the Message. Didn't know I had a book out... check me out on facebook... have a look on the various social sites Harbinger is on in the side bar. Join, like, follow, curse.... whatever you like.
Also will be posting an animation clip that appears in the ebook itself on the
Facebook group page and
Facebook Harbinger Page... and Twitter. Yeah, Harbinger is on
Twitter too.
Sum up,
Never follow man's law
.jpg)
