Beauty inside
glowing
like a radio
from 1943
crackling
through the ether
like a love song
behind barbed wire
rebel
crazy
beauty stamped
like a placard
held high
proud to be
human…
…a hero
the Pope hated
and left us
shattered
ml’23
(Listening to ‘Black Boys on Mopeds’ by the divine Sinead O’Connor)