Work With Me by Holly Naylor

I am not a silent poet

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For Charlie by Lynn White

I am not a silent poet

So many people marching and waving,
waving pencils and pictures of pencils.
Millions and millions marching with pencils,
asserting their values, showing their power,
paying their respects.

But it’s not what it seems.
say the sideline snipers,
the underminers,
the false flag wavers,
the pencil baiters,
the Je Suis Fuck All-ers.

They’re pencilled pawns,
just part of the plans
of the Old Pretenders,
the liars and haters,
the manipulators,
the plotters and schemers,
the money makers.
The bullets were blanks and,
the dead, aren’t dead.

Say the sideline snipers,
the underminers,
the false flag wavers,
the pencil baiters,
the Je Suis Fuck All-ers.

just look who’s leading
from the front line.
It’s the Old Pretenders, the liars and haters.
It’s proof enough
What more do you need.

But it’s not what it seems.
It’s a trick of the camera,
another pretence
to diminish the distance
between them and
the leaders…

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