The lighted first-floor windows illuminate them

Their good sides always facing outwards

Like so many beautiful birds they perch;

Silently caged,

Mouthing ‘For Sale’ pleasantries


Others less beautiful ply the darkness

Stalked by vermin

And the ghosts of their childhood

There is a rage

Unfurling flags of despair;

‘Look at what you have done’

Some are shouting

‘Don’t you care?’

These articulate ones are the ugliest

The least loved

And the loneliest

2 thoughts on “A DIFFERENT RACE

  1. Always leave ’em wanting more, that’s my motto, John!
    I started reading The Human Hive. Excellent so far; but I am a slow reader so it may be a week or so before I get back to you.


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