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I smoke.
And if the insults
rained on me had been
directed at a black man
a gay or closet queen
or a wearer of a turban
a lesbian or dwarf
or, God forbid, a woman
There wouldn’t have been half
A brew-ha-ha, a court case
And letters to the press.
I marched
throughout the sixties
to help people break free.
I spoke, I waved some banners
And wrote to my M.P.
Minor groups and weaker folk
We had to help their voice,
To ask for basic freedom.
The exercise of choice.
Now I’m in minority
All my efforts? - No success.
stephen west
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