Thought reform

by T.P. Wilkinson / September 20th, 2020

Without the thinkers

Rights to think, if all agreed
Places arranged, if all fit
Faces forward, if you please
Capital brings you to your knees.
Nights to drink, the blood they take
Cases counted, deaths they make
Traces toward their lies you hide
Deceitful thoughts, kept inside.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, September 20th, 2020 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.