Whatever was I thinking, I dutifully fell in line My whiteness overtook me, thinking white all the time But the angels in my City, are brown and black and white White European in my mind, all a standard height White wings, pale skin, all the eyes are blue Supernatural beings, but it isn’t only you The angels in my city are Bollywood, punk, rough sleepers Watching the pathways in and out, they truly are gate keepers So if you are white with wings, take your place in line My City is multi coloured, in variety it will shine It’s time to live again John Lowton Dec 2022
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