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A racist is welcomed into heaven by a brown Jesus

Posted in Uncategorized on June 20, 2020 by antonyowen

Peace Poet Antony Owen

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I picture you in Boots buying fake tan

you want to look good for the march and you’re too white.

You want to air your views that our Island is sinking with non-natives.

You get a rush of blood, roman blood, mixed race blood, yeah, English blood.

I picture you having a heart attack as you turn brown from fake tan.

You are in your union jack boxers and collapse on your bulldog rug.

A second later you open your eyes to a bright light in heaven.

All of the Angels are speaking a foreign language.

A brown Jesus wades through water and welcomes you with open arms,

he is making the effort to speak your native tongue and as he does so

birds fly under his mouth as it bleeds and they become robins.

“Welcome” he says “you are one of us, come…

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A racist is welcomed into heaven by a brown Jesus

Posted in Uncategorized on June 18, 2020 by antonyowen
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Photo by Sam Kolder on Pexels.com

I picture you in Boots buying fake tan

you want to look good for the march and you’re too white.

You want to air your views that our Island is sinking with non-natives.

You get a rush of blood, roman blood, mixed race blood, yeah, English blood.

 

I picture you having a heart attack as you turn brown from fake tan.

You are in your union jack boxers and collapse on your bulldog rug.

A second later you open your eyes to a bright light in heaven.

All of the Angels are speaking a foreign language.

 

A brown Jesus wades through water and welcomes you with open arms,

he is making the effort to speak your native tongue and as he does so

birds fly under his mouth as it bleeds and they become robins.

“Welcome” he says “you are one of us, come to the supper”

 

I picture you shouting at Jesus to fuck right off calling him a liar.

You call him out for not walking on water and Jesus smiles.

He tells you the fictions and truths of black ink and white hands,

you punch Jesus in the nose but it’s you who bleeds out on Gethsemane.

 

Jesus says he has bled on this place before.

He says race wears many uniforms and hides behinds flags.

He looks at the racist and says he wants his unwanted gift back

“I gave you that skin and your insides have poisoned it”

 

The racist is cast out to a Nivea sea

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Posted in Uncategorized on June 12, 2020 by antonyowen

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George Floyd

Posted in Uncategorized on June 1, 2020 by antonyowen

George Floyd

“I can’t breathe”

 

I watched the white plague of your death

and let us contemplate the worth of this loss

a twenty-dollar bill with another racist president

who owned the grass stained knees of long forgotten slaves.

 

Death is simple when its black and thrown from the thieving lens.

You cannot loot a dying mans eyes he is my brother

and I am a white man sick of primary colours

our skin is not our fault and yet it is.

 

In the circuitry of Earths orbit are not pretty white stars –

they are satellites circling like hierarchical vultures

and they want you now so badly you’re of worth,

A saint no, a man yes, a human without miranda.

 

George Floyd – this poem was written against my knees in bed,

my white skin against the flesh warm breath of my laptop.

Soon it will stop breathing and I shall sleep safe and sound

for I am a white man writing of a black man stolen your whole life

 

and

death.

 

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