I am working on a themed collection of new poems. "The McCullin Bridge" is....... well, if it develops, I'll let you know!
This is the first draft of the first poem.
At First
This is the first draft of the first poem.
At First
We are born into a specific part of society,
born a colour, born
a class, born to parents who want us or don’t
want us, who care
or couldn’t care less, who can cope or are
hopeless. At first a stamp
appears on our baby-bald heads and from a
moment just after conception,
we are what we are and for the formative years
of our existence
there is not a damned thing we can do about our
helplessness.
We are there to be shaped either as pure
examples of the human spirit,
unblemished by ignorance or bigotry, blessed by
good health and fortune
or poisoned by the seductive sweet elixir of cretinous malevolence.
or poisoned by the seductive sweet elixir of cretinous malevolence.
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