Winds of change

Slice the fair

Blades of air
slice the fair
the just irate
lies redundant,
Guilt in accusation
Flooding the zone
some call
that tone.
Deceit and phosphorus
burn through the bone.
How much
costs the train
to hell
How many
corpses inflamed
do yell?
Long after
liberty spent
the breeze
Long after
the penitentially
convicted sneeze.

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