This poem was written sometime in June, 2004 and first published in my collection of poetry, Colourless Rainbow, Coast2Coast, 2011. Rather than scrabbling a fresher poem on the occasion of June 12, I felt posting this older one would better portray where we are coming from, where we are now and where we appear to be headed.
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I know your faces, splashed by threads of light
against the shadowy
Walls of death! Those dark eyes staring at the
of a struggling soul, held behind bars of
And do I not know your footsteps?
Those brutal boots that crunch aloud along the
corridors of death!
Take my soul! Take my soul! Feed my flesh to
Paint the rainbow with the colours of my blood!
Better for me to die like this than bow to your
This spirit shall blaze in your darkened dawn
like the fire of the sun. This voice shall be the
Of your voiceless dawn. These splashing tears
away the stains still dripping from our
Listen! Listen to the throb of my pulse
As it dances to the beats of a true dawn
Not born by tyranny. Not baptised with
Democaracy, not crucified by truth!