poem: Elephantine


For those being killed in the Philippines’ ‘War on Drugs’


Let’s call it out

that fluorescently scarlet

elephant in the room



the elected tool

of preference


Sweep away those

we don’t understand,

don’t want to deal with


Obscene reversal

not caring for the poor,

we cull them


Burst that elephantine balloon

blood stains across

our faces, our hands



and come to our senses



First published in ‘Orbis, Quarterly International Literary Journal’

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