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| My position in the Queue |
After a long wait, people begin to talk to one another. I had a nice chat with a woman behind me and occasionally the line would cheer when one person would get to go in the office. It was a long wait but ended up not as long as we all thought when the queue didnt move for half an hour (75 mins in the end).
Of course, there was the inevitable queue jumper. This woman tried it on and couldn't believe that I would not let her in. She was entitled and selfish. Unbelievable.
That night I wrote the poem below.
A Burgeoning Bonfire
or
Friendly Fire
Alone in the queue
There’s them
And then there’s you
Everyone is a potential enemy
Easily disarmed
By an amusing sentence
And speared through
By a kind word.
How swiftly
They can belong to you
And you to them
With an eye to
Recruitment.
Misery may love company
But sure as hell can’t keep it
Nothing feeds the fire
More than the warmth
Of freshly made
Solidarity.
Anthony J. Langford 15.4.20
....
Revolution through Re-creation
(below is the post I planned for this week before my experience above, written in 2018)
Snared Status
A singular
viewpoint
Will see me
unstuck
Judged, condemned n' quartered.
As it would anyone
Outside the
current (2018) vocal
Anti-white
straight male brigade.
How narrow their
focus
How overblown their
protests.
It’s not new
And long been amusing
to me
Except meeting
very
Young People
Who have swallowed
the hook with the best
Oblivious to the
pain
And status of the
snared.
I would have been
a potential stat too
Had I been of a
certain age
Discerning
Is for the
experienced
And Rebellion is
for Youth.
Sell an idea as an
injustice
And you create
revolution
How easy to
manipulate.
I should have done
it years ago.
This Poem is in my latest collection, Commentators. Only $5!
More Poetry/Videos/etc at anthonyjlangfordbooks.com
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