World/

Someone looks appealing, someone looks appalling; to this World from England, stopping progress and causing forced seclusion. In the vain that sadness & disability cannot be cured. Unless they are caused. Like every iatrogenic physician. If the World could stop and talk and find a way not to be a product of its exact circumstance because of yesterday and listen to the truth. Why does it never heal?

Its complete works need reinventing for the sake of a dangerous batsman and his bowler. But I do not like cricket, I like reggae. If my cousin is dead? I will never forgive myself. But today after listening to (Jenkins, Karl), I said “Black is always beautiful” the biggest sin not to know. I am well to stay away from forced ill-health and danger. Todays World is for the children. “Carry me mother and father, of God, carry me baby.”

The Lord looks to us in sanctity, to make amends with our past and put now, our biggest and bravest aims into practice and fruition. Not to respect anomalies but to culminate the World, healing: with the compendium of history we have learnt, and our own superficial oppressions lost in another’s and our own pathologies of shadow, before another grave, is prepared in pain and sorrow to stop this death of man against himself.

There is no tomorrow, everyday is today, like today, is my day, is today.

And always today.

In a black England.

Amen

Love

Andrew

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