Extreme Right or Wrong
They gathered with weighty stones in ham fists,
With petrol bitter all along sour tongues,
With words made incendiary by deep wrongs,
And eyes blindfolded with flags that insist
Upon such myopic obedience
To the visceral, that’s so black and white
Consideration for colour is sleight
At best, when outrage remains too intense.
Meanwhile the vision of those leading the blind
Along their dead-end path is all too clear,
They have power in sight, the power of fear,
Preaching the past as the future’s declined.
First there’s anger, but that moment will pass
Until the next night of breaking glass.
D. A.