From: Poetically Ghetto
there’s an intrusion
barging through closed gates
breaking folds so delicate
turning the resting soft stones
devil spears this cottoned earth
canes into the silken clay
defeated rails of defence
misfortunes of the luckless prey
an agenda without gender or age
what it finds it takes
without asking or begging
no sound of permissions
broken barriers
wrecked walls
with arms of phallic privilege
and cannons of the entitled
fathers, brothers and our keepers
looting our temples
in which direction do we head
when shepherds have horns and fangs?
The Book Neighbourhood 