Poem: Hue and Cry

Dusted flats will be auctioned

off in years when green leaves

are news, not loss.

Ken opulence will bloom

to cheers with skedaddled

brown faces still

fearing the view.

Bridges drawn and tightened

belts, a monophony

of penury-denying

fools. Colour schemes

are always brokered:

oligarchian white

over Trinidadian hue.

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