Injustice runs naked in full view: A poem 

Sunshine of reality dampens illusion 

In alleys, punctured cans of derision 

Shallow laughter ground like embers 

And even as night falls, one can’t remember 

For, pain can be occluded like the stars 

Yet, they poke their light in unseemly hours 

Those that can’t see them from their towers 

don’t know that poverty is a tough sentence without vowels 

Can a broken soul revel in new romances? 

Can a lame person swing to relentless dances? 

The talk of progress is wooden with the disparities 

Our castles are surrounded by civilisation’s shanties 

Can the pages of our history each be rewritten? 

If remorse can return since the apple was long bitten 

Can we have regret bind our books like glue? 

We only overlook the injustice that runs naked in full view