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Stranger.
We may all be illusions,
imaginary aliens, I am
Fear with a new name, fear me,
fear me. I am foreign, I am new.
Have you forgotten just where you came from?
I am of an underwater world. A tiny cavern,
a liquid cradle, a new home for the newly unborn.
Outside your realms.
And we may all rise up, with our
new found love of rebellion, our new hate for
strangely imposed norms and
your own sick religion.
I am something else entirely. Have you
never met one like me? I’d say you haven’t,
but I am still naive as a school child,
you may know better. I’m sure you think you do,
with your broken heart and cane and
infinite wisdom, You, Oh Holy Being, You.
I am foreign, I am new. What is intimidation
but a blood sport for two?
imaginary aliens, I am
Fear with a new name, fear me,
fear me. I am foreign, I am new.
Have you forgotten just where you came from?
I am of an underwater world. A tiny cavern,
a liquid cradle, a new home for the newly unborn.
Outside your realms.
And we may all rise up, with our
new found love of rebellion, our new hate for
strangely imposed norms and
your own sick religion.
I am something else entirely. Have you
never met one like me? I’d say you haven’t,
but I am still naive as a school child,
you may know better. I’m sure you think you do,
with your broken heart and cane and
infinite wisdom, You, Oh Holy Being, You.
I am foreign, I am new. What is intimidation
but a blood sport for two?
Published 7th Sep 2012
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10th Sep 2012 3:27pm
wow this poem needs to be published. This is extraordinary, really. I love every word, every stanza, every word that speaks the truth. amazing work.
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