And to the toys at least

AND TO THE TOYS AT LEAST

and

to the toys at least

it matters not

the colour of the skin;

but the living pulse

of beating hearts within….

left out.

They say there is no place.

You wonder why

despite the courtyard’s empty spaces

no one ever tries

to make the circle bigger…….

you take up all the slack.

You leave me but the edges.

And still

you wonder why

i tug

and strain against

the lifelines of your peace……..(ease)

to race the wind.

And at the end

more than just

the tape, the medal!

The thrill of knowing

it can be done

every time i try…….

(posters on social service themes.

1984.

and

if we believe

we carry in us a dream:

The earth will rise again….

On young shoulders

the burdened hopes

of those once young

long long ago…

Beneath my feet

the ravaged earth responds.

And in my heart

a song:

Tomorrow

the sun will rise again…..

There is no death-

burial incomplete….(stayed)

Who will pay the price

for resurrection….?

(SSL exhibition- 1985)

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