In The Occupied Territory

By FinHall

Away

Had a wee trip away from the house today. Nipped into Nickel and Dime for dome craft items for June.
We then took the coastal route home. Stopped off in Pitullie where I took this picture.
Just out of sight on the right, I deliberately didn’t include it, is a large flagpole with a Confederate flag on it. It’s in the garden of a house.


A poem I wrote a couple of days ago.

Lips sealed

Hush now
You must not say anything
You can’t ask the hard questions
Don’t enquire so why he only appears now and then
Don’t query what is in his ear
His lips are sealed
No big reveal
Just praise him for the amount of deaths he has controlled
Don’t catechise to see if he has a soul
That disappeared so long ago
He won’t answer any way
Because the press lets him have his way
We are fucked, and there seems no way back
It’s even worse if you are black

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