My Suppression

My lips, taped with a black cross
My hands, tied to my back
My knees, on the rocky pavement
bleeding in vain

My eyes can’t see no more

For the truth is right here in front of me
I am silenced, not to speak the truth

For the fear it creates, the resentment it evokes
The topping of societies, the restructuring of governance

The bearer of justice is blind
The world sees colours and genders
They stereotype, discriminate, and prejudice
Into boxes of fixed perception

In this dominant white male supremacy
The hey days of the old colonial British past
The flags of white, red and blue
capitalism of manipulation.

A curse of the pen
A writer I am.