by Kevin M Welsh | Feb 26, 2007 | Poetry
“What are you doing there…my little nigger boy… What are you eating? Oh! Bread… Bread thrown out for the birds?… Is that what you’re eating? Who said you could eat that bread…eh? Did you ask the birds if you could eat their bread? Well! Did you?…Answer me…...
by Kevin M Welsh | Feb 26, 2007 | Poetry
“Go wash your dirty little face… Then with the others take your place. If you do not please me… Then you will not get your tea. You haven’t washed…I can tell you have not… You lying little article…in hell you’ll rot. You’re an absolute disgrace… Now go back and...
by Kevin M Welsh | Feb 23, 2007 | Poetry
“Hello… Hello… Is there anybody there? Please let me out… Please…please… I’m sorry…I won’t do it again… Please let me out… It’s dark in here… I’m scared…I’m frightened… Please…I’m sorry… I won’t do it again…I promise… I won’t wet the bed again…promise… Is there...
by Kevin M Welsh | Feb 23, 2007 | Poetry
Lying in the dark…waiting in the darkness… Expecting…waiting…not wishing… There it is…there it is again…footsteps… That sound…the tread…that tread…false footsteps… God’s man…a ‘holy man’…not a wholly ‘man’. The tread…on the stair…it comes…...
by Kevin M Welsh | Feb 23, 2007 | Poetry
Do not be fooled by Diplomacy. Diplomats Tell you to “fuck off!” In such a way…that you thank Them for being courteous.
