That Other City
A poem about two cities, 12000 miles apart,
but when it comes to politics, the same!
Bradford in England, Manukau in New Zealand.
We all know
there is an authentic world
being endured,
in the inner city.
Rampant “Bradford” In the north,
“Manukau” In the south,
all insidious pavements
lead only to concepts of
harmonious bickering,
acrid tasting pollution
bound by the “Red Ribbon”
of municipal crap!
True blue generations reared
in socialistic ideals,
surrounded by slabs of concrete
to demean a catabolism
of one’s comfort zone,
a system nurtured
in closed minds, torn souls!
Yet today many voices
constantly cry out,
from behind the barriers
that society constructed erroneously;
voices that ripple
the airwaves, before being
immersed in an ocean of
radical subversion.
“If only to keep them bastards down.”
“Manningham lane”
“Preston road”
Teeming with cultivated
inclinations, fenced in like cattle
where the “Acropolis” Meets
the “Ghetto” That invisible
boundary of frailty, whether physical
or in one’s self righteous mind!
© Harry J Horsman 1997
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2012
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