I am not a silent poet

the clock
has stopped-
it’s epoch
to evolution
and revolution-
the face and fingers
with second singers
reducing time
to war and crime.

now ancient tribes,
propelled by propaganda scribes
rag religion and race
to demonise each others face.

these fascist fractals
become the pixels
of photogenic
subliminally imposed
on genetic
bigotry exposed.

all those who remember
are gone with each ember-
of starving skeletons and oven ashes,
piles of clothes, shoes and rimmed glasses
that mean nothing to new masses
mouthing thuggish or intellectual notes
at more demonised scapegoats.

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