One girl, private school-pupil, made a stand,
The bus was full, no one gave up a seat
But her, a gesture kindly and unplanned
The pensioner she helped thought she was grand,
From comprehensive pupils, one deadbeat.
Gobbed on the girl's braids, racist fire brand.
The girl was black. It seemed he wished her banned
From public transport. I looked at my feet
No-one berated him, no help at hand.
The rest of us, too cowed to reprimand
Him, looked away, like subjugated sheep
She stood stock still, accustomed to withstand.
We should have asked the driver to command
The thug to leave the bus and hit the street
His jeering gang all had the upper-hand
An unjust world, when life's ruled by the damned
So very exactly true! " An unjust world, when life's ruled by the damned" Perhaps the best written definition, about, " us" and the world we have created. In a most excellent poem, So fluently and beautifully redacted. A very worthy poem, indeed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting write Of course I have seen the opposite a scally as we call them in the North West giving up his seat for an elderly lady Manner are taught us and it say much about our upbringing In life sadly if we remain silent through fear we are enabler of hate and are implicit in that hate after all it only takes the silence of good women and men for bad things to happen. Enjoyed this well written read