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On being scared — Death to the Tyrants — “Blessed are the Peace Makers, for they shall SEE God!”

 

I’m scared I’m dying

But the Kafkaresque internet

I wanna talk in the flesh


58 years sounds ok



Before then,


I wanna make an oil painting

I want my complete poems & music in plastic form

left to either the State or the World or the World’s poor!

I house a homeless man —

“not a good look”

A holiday

& get laid once more


Then pass the remains

onto the next generation



To pass on to the future generations


I feel imprisoned here


I’ve fought to be free all my life



They taped my mouth up when I was an abused 5 year old

on stolen genocidal land


I’ve had enough


People gate me like they hated Monet


The nigga on your calendar


I’ve had enough


Firing squad or hunger strike


Take your pick Mammon


I will live on


In all of you


I hope you’ll remember your dreams


“In dreams begin responsibilties”



For Bobby Sands & someone I knew well…


Still they won’t get it…


But the children will call out my name…


“Mal”


& in some millennia


We’ll finally see a way out off the wheel of death:


FREEDOM!



Naarm. Wurundjeri Woi Wurrung Country. Kulin Nation. Treaty! xx



Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

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