Don Pearson (12/01/1950 / England)
Let us be divested of our identities,
deprived of our voices,
consigned to waiting rooms.
Let us be parcelled into boxes,
tagged only with our labels:
unemployed, immigrant, criminal, junkie.
Let us be stored in cupboards
until politicians summon us forth
to proclaim their charges.
Let fires be stoked with newsprint
and television watch while
we are consumed by the flames.
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