Wigan Pier

For years
Years and years and years
He lived in Asia
A master... (Somehow)
Much he did not write
But to soldiers “Stand-up”
(As patriot, nationalist)
For the ‘Great War’
But for Wigan
(Poor of the higher race)
And against ‘The others’
He became trumpet...
Blown voice to space...

What a shame...
Heart of Darkness

by Nassy Fesharaki

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If you weren't dead, I'd buy you a drink!