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Wet Floors, Stained Walls

BY ALLEN CHITSANZARA

Slippery and tainted by a miscarriage of justice
Blemished, a graffiti of lamenting silent voices
Banished in stains of misspelled human causes
Clotted in scars of baton stick venom
Buried in mass graves, in the trenches of hidden atrocities
Cemented and watered with blood, tears
And sweat of gnashing battling comrades
Running from the masquerading police raids
In the slums of misrepresented democracy
In the gallows of underpaid enraged workers
A placard of doldrums of a malnourished hard working society
Decorated with high sounding empty speeches of workers unions
Varnished in a oily luring dialect of unfilled promises of politics
Wet floors, stained walls