Monday, 23 April 2012

Bahrain Race

Fifteen turns around a winding track
cars race past sand covered with
sticky to stop it blowing.

The track the prince’s prize.

His people protest, march, and die
of teargas, bullets, torture.  Bodies
stuck in prisons, morgues.

Teargas, bullets, race to kill.

Formula One racers seek prizes,
fame, glory, not hunger, torture,
blood between the wheels.

The Sunni prince in Bahrain
The Shia president in Syria –
rulers with a fast formula:
kill, torture, maim the masses.

© Lavinia Kumar

Bahrain protester found dead on eve of grand prix
Lavinia Kumar lives in New Jersey. Her poetry has appeared in several publications, in the US and UK. She writes a blog for her brother’s, based in Portsmouth, NH.