Working class zero

They ostracized you before you were born, deemed you a thorny weed in the wasteland, untouchable, unhealthy and unclean, the crows cawed, and the crickets chirped when you first breathed, no Instagram pictures or Facebook status updates announced your arrival, all you knew was the bitter cold in a ramshackle hut, and a mother’s pain…

Big Sister and Little Brother

Verdant landscape, surrounding a large stream Flowing into mother river meandering Crocodiles lie on the banks lost in dream Birds soar overhead, looking for better fishing Dung beetles roll their treasures industriously Working, unlike Sisyphus but purposefully *** A group of city folk picnic by theĀ  bleached rocks Letting loose after the constraints of employment…