my country tis of thee
who are you becoming
even while fighting against
i could respect my enemy
and he was tricky-dick
among others
i fought for our constitution
the rule of law
it makes the us work
but now
it makes me cry
cry my silent tears
supreme court lies
it’s where our limited
democracy dies
i ask
how can such a man
with such a weak character
command so many votes
they say they don’t like him
but in god they trust
i cry my silent tears
as he spreads his lies
his con-man lies
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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