Missing out Twenty five years ago I knew a man, a homeless alcoholic. He was fifty odd years of age. He told me he had started drinking as a teenager...
the second of December twenty thirteen A man picks up a discarded cigarette butte from the gutter We're waiting for a bus A women shouts at her child...
Who am I I am your Tolpuddle Martyr I am your Suffragette I am your Indian Mutiny I am your A.N.C. I am your Mau Mau I am your Sandinista I am your Nelson Mandela