for the love of the riot god

it’s morning now
mourning
threefold life

destroyed
mountains of faith
aligned

kicked to the kerb
in a non-proverbial
but literal state

destruction
in instruction
spiritual mensing

cyclones
ethnic cleansing
statistics ceasing

to be valued
ballistics
reporting death

proportionately
skewed we accrue
fashion

retreating
squeezing godless
passion

fury wrapped
in hoods and scarves
as world fixes bans

on hijabs ‘n nikabs
don’t make me laugh
glory hunters

munching peri peri
on the way
pavement play

pretend honour
perturbingly unconcerned
not even disconcerted

don’t mind if I have it
bleeding boy
easy prey

who cares?
all he could do
bleed and stare

immorality attacks
human fibre
scum of the slum

who gives an um though,
anyone?
forensics

ethical eyes in
rose tinted
coloured lenses

disguised
watching lies V
liVes

vigilante crime
no shame in death
three heroes

protecting
bare sharam
of others

mushroom toes
out of control
stupidity

rocks souls
scoring own goals
painting posts

widening gaps
engulfing the
poorest

richest
call for snitches
hundreds arrested

still in your britches
get back to your moms
help in the kitchen

parental
restriction
means nothing

family divides
you against them
nowhere to turn

or to hide
behold
wicked witch

of the west
time’s running out
bless

futures contrived
in the east
demons slice

and, eat me.