After Mildred Butler

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  1. Posted June 2, 2025 at 4:33 am | Permalink

    Babylon ;
    Mile high walls of steel and glass , flags flying from the mast , poles all greased gutters full of all the deceased , severed heads shorn limbs all scattered about , crimson blood flowing down the street , police perched on outward leanings armed to the teeth , locked and loaded ready to kill at will , sharp pointed high steel gates locked with bones ,
    Inside the citadel they weigh out their gold on their scales of justice , strange fruits taken from trees with deep roots , now cut down and used as gallows , to hang from the neck until dead what remains are left , of what once was harmonised with everything around , now slashed and torn and burned to the ground.
    Anthony Mc Gann
    27/7/24 . 08:22 .

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