sunshine
Lupercalia runners
bloodied backs
© Rachel Green January 2026
After the Pound
send my love to those live in loneliness
and those who toil in slaver's pits
and Elon's data centres under stress,
starving to work for billionaire shits.
Take with thee my wildest hopes and dreams
for revolution, when the poor and undertrod
declare 'no more' and dance to all the screams
of old white men and stuff their bones beneath the sod.
Go now; take thy vengeance with thy sharp
and righteous blade and tear away the old
entitlement where those who pluck the harp
of wealth wield laws against the hungered cold.
Cut away these rotted limbs of history
share out the earthen bounty and be free.
© Rachel Green January 2026
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