Like Lazarus Rising

You know what, it gets on my nerve endings the way that racists assume that because you are the same colour as them then you automatically have the same obnoxious views as them.  I wrote this poem about it the other evening so here it is:-

LIKE LAZARUS RISING

LIKE LAZARUS RISING
SOMETHING DEEP AND DARK
REARS IT’S UGLY HEAD
CRAWLING ON IT’S BELLY
OUT INTO THE LIGHT OF DAY
FROM BENEATH THE GUTTER
SEEPING RACIST FILTH
AND SPREADING IT LIKE BUTTER
THERE IS A ROARING MURMUR
YOU CAN HEAR IT EVERYWHERE
THE SOUND IS SICKENING
LIKE A CANCER IN YOUR EAR
THEY’RE BLAMING STRANGERS
AS THEY’RE WHIPPING UP FEAR
THEY THINK IT’S OK TO TELL YOU
BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT OTHER
AH BUT THEY LOOK CONFUSED
AS THEY SLOWLY DISCOVER
THAT IN THE PAGES OF YOUR BOOK
IT’S THEM THAT ARE THE OTHER

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