On Shitholes

A place becomes a shithole
when someone digs a hole and shits in it
Someone like you, Donald Trump,
and all the rulers and raiders
and tin-pot dictators
the speculators and devastators
the extractors and the malefactors
Shitholes, however unpleasant,
at least serve a purpose
It is better to bury your shit in them
than to let it flow in torrents
out of your mouth
every time you open it


This poem was published on the Poetry24 website on 15 January 2018.and in the Morning Star on 18 January 2018.

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