Dread-locked dealers
sell drugs in the city streets
and teenage girls
fresh out of school
push prams
into a future of no hope.
Once cars were overturned,
shop-windows smashed
and locals fought running
battles after police raided
the Black and White Café
and television cameras filmed
the famed 1980s St Paul’s riot.
Decades on and the poverty
that fuelled such anger
still exists. A computer
disciple in a black woolly hat
and orange hoodie sits
in an education centre
as in a brimstone church.
His eyes watch a screen
- a bible’s pages turned
to Matthew VIII.
He knows no spoon
is long enough to fit
down the devil’s throat.
He believes no one but God,
not even doctors,
can cure the druggies.
Without the Lord’s flickering light
they cannot change their ways.
An American Evangelist’s
impassioned voice,
offering religious opium,
seductive as a snake in Eden,
appeals to him.
The man takes notes.
Every now and again he nods,
says ‘that’s right’.
Addicted to the word,
he listens as the preacher promises
‘you shall go forth and I will
give you the inner cities
and there will be
a revival all over the world.’
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