Militant Thistles

polemical poetry to prickle the politics of "permanent austerity"

atos Poor Doors Sheriff Stars spikes

thistles stretch their prickly arms afar

Black Triangle bedroom tax Disrupt and Upset

H.R. Creel

Golden Star

 

 

a gleaming sense

of judgement

shuffles down the street

 

we no longer wear

stars on our breasts

to mark us, divide us

 

now the divisions

are felt and sensed

with no change in costume.

H.R. Creel is too old not to write. He was born in 1952 in Connecticut, and now travels all over. H.R. has been featured on I Am Not A Silent Poet recently.