Gloopy Bitumen by Strider Marcus Jones

don’t wait for me,
i’ve got to go
before the treason
on the grassy knoll

that broke a generations
golden dream,
becomes sanguinary
back to stream.

each time a hero comes-
he falls,
God made a Black man King-
uniting races, breaching walls

to make just history
begin,
all gunned down
but seeds sown in.

Marx and Engels
told the truth,
while Che and Lenin
gave it youth-

but power picks, the scabs of politics,
infesting minds and skin-
silencing subversive lips
in shoals of gloopy bitumen.

riding
on the back of Eagle,
imitating
acting legal-
two Brothers
of the Gold and Blood,
homogenise
the neighbourhood;

but Others
shun these hand me downs,
and gather
in Their fields and towns-

questioning
this status quo-
with lores and lost philosophies
to mend this Age we break and sow.

Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry http//www.lulu.com/spotlight/stridermarcusj…. reveal a maverick moving between forests, mountains, cities and coasts playing his saxophone and clarinet in warm solitude. His poetry has been published in the USA, Canada, England, Ireland, Wales, France, Spain, India and Switzerland in numerous publications.