
The Daily Mail
When it comes to me, unwanted,
Beckoning me
To read its drivel,
Where the prejudices lie.
Offering me, as to a child, instruction
Right wing invective, diatribe.
Baubles of stolen stories.
Trinkets of borrowed fiction.
Trunks of hatred words,
I CRY.
Beckoning me
To read its drivel,
Where the prejudices lie.
Offering me, as to a child, instruction
Right wing invective, diatribe.
Baubles of stolen stories.
Trinkets of borrowed fiction.
Trunks of hatred words,
I CRY.
Steve Wheeler © 10 September, 2020
This poem was first published in Urban Voices by Steve Wheeler, Wheelsong Books, 2020.
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