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Cleansing Sudan (Free verse) by Mr Pig

Black flies on a black hill of eyes. Whiteness from their stare darkens me. Heads bent back oval ling throats caking the street in to musk blots, ‘Darfur’ town is a ‘Pollack’ canvas. The unfashionable living become fashionable news highlight their plight send some clothes and some shoes. Flesh slicks of oiled skin reddens hands not greens them, Africa’s not economically viable Hollywood doesn’t want you sex and celebrities are reliable, You dirty the process being ethnically cleansed. Show the pictures of a smiling black boy, mouth waxed from rice they can live with that. Buy yourself a conscience from a free phone number sell out humanity by switching the channel the black boys gone now, he’s hacking off heads for a uniform and rice.

INTRANSIT 27-Sep-04/5:32 PM
Good to see you again, Mr P. Darfur/Pollack. Primo.




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