poem: Elephantine

For those being killed in the Philippines’ ‘War on Drugs’

Let’s call it out

that fluorescently scarlet

elephant in the room

Murder

the elected tool

of preference

Sweep away those

we don’t understand,

don’t want to deal with

Obscene reversal

not caring for the poor,

we cull them

Burst that elephantine balloon

blood stains across

our faces, our hands

Lament

and come to our senses

First published in ‘Orbis, Quarterly International Literary Journal’