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  Saturday   It aches… Innocence fights to clear its name Till it dies Murdered by the eyes   -- \   I preserve my prayer For invisibility In solitude Where faith resides   -- / What’s left A cigarette filled ashtray The sound of a burning spear Song Without the verses Postmodern Commodity Old   But where in this bureaucratic world Is the warriorpoet’s cry?   -- _   In silence? In swallowed screams? In castrated dogs? In ragged children’s tears?   One is always a child It's the only one who can lead   Not an adolescent A slave to sex An infant who survives Embryonic blows   - = Forgotten cuts One thought invisible Multiply Like eyes       Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
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rebel songs

  when i sing those songs of the brave ol boys of the IRA i feel free for a time as dad said become the song! black blue arab jew gypsy tipsy coz Freedom songs point towards a possible future where we gain rights & justice then man is as giant alive as the beasts too long in cages no more zoos! must be the cry of the ages with the wisdom of the sages on sacred sustaining earth not leaning into death but all life from birth rebirth! Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
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bakindacage.happy?!

  Human Rights! Be a real part of Reconciliation siblings xo A bitta Truth 😵‍💫🥹❤️‍🩹🪢🐢🍀🎶 There’s still some light… bak paintingdrawingpenning imbecileinfantile as it’s ist at is tis Trevor u said go 4 broke last time a listen to a genius id rather suk shit on my grassboots wit bloody knees like post menstrual rosegardens kids wear shorts all winter though it snows there the yanks call them mufflers busted all saturday lygon Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
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hair poem: a nightterror

  from the baguette: playing with the horse on your head in the wind fuck that! too ‘cute’ by halves cut in half deaths in custody homeless inonunderabove under BUT ON THEIR OWN LANDtheir own land Terraor the wind is balmy this midwinter night like prospero by the road trying to catchears this wind message the ancient mother coos  birthing is no seduction how much longer the parlour game?: rebel! & get kicked out! Give them a chance please 😭 innocent children  don’t get too clever by half impressing the politic crowd love heart a bitta ticker great heart is all that matters no more habituation to desensitization Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
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