Justice and Peace
by Alan Dunnett
Then I killed him. It was appropriate.
Then his sister hired some men who shot
my brother when they could not find me. Chest
down, he was paralysed. Following that,
my sister-in-law spoke to her brothers
and they took revenge but two of them died.
Then it was quiet. They put new windows
in the local store and scrubbed the bloodstains
on the white steps. I came out of hiding
but would be looking over my shoulder
for the rest of my days. Did I do wrong?
You don't know the whole story. If the clock
goes back, I am still doing the same thing.
I did not start this, I swear; and I know
for sure, it will never end as long as
memory lasts. Killing must continue
Alan Dunnett is a poet, active union member and former theatre director who now works at Central Saint Martins, London. His poems have appeared in magazines and ezines including Dead Ink, The Recusant, Militant Thistles and Communist Review.