Thursday, 19 February 2015


Who was this man
And what did he expect
When he chose to use the Metro
Direct from work
Perhaps home to family
Or out to visit friends
Did he forsee the aggression
Enacted there
Or the racism so casual
And laid so bare

And who were these men
If you can call them that
More like thugs up for combat
To inflict pain
On an innocent fellow traveller
Who happened to look different
Still human
Still a person not deserving of disdain
And yet bombarded by
A callous, toxic refrain

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