• Martin Wardley

I am Green

I am brown, black, white, yellow

I am green

And crimson red with rage

I am the unwashed, the unheard

The unseen

And all but resigned to my fate

I queue while reviewing my place

While all but resigned to my fate

I had nothing

Have nothing

No opportunity

In this battered community

All brutality

And twisted normality

Simplicity in hardship

Ambition discarded

Beauty omitted

With ambition restricted

For want of

For need of

The seeds of



Hatred, Prejudice


Once sowed


Took hold



Holds limitations

I am brown, black, white, yellow

I am green

And crimson red with rage

I am bitter, I am spiteful

Mistrust has seen me tribal

And now sealed to certain fate

I kneel while conceding my place

While all but cemented by fate

3rd March 2021

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