a quiet man by Alan Corkish

i do not like a quiet man
never trust them, seldom can
the thoughts that they refuse to speak
are suspect, hateful, grim or bleak
inside their heads, chained and secure
polluted thoughts; coldly impure
pace in shame, afraid to reveal
the rottenness which they conceal
within this tainted unripe cell
ignorant half-framed fears dwell
here walks the immigrant silently accused
the wife who cowers cursed and abused
the lazy idle labour-shirker
who unlike him is not a ‘worker’
the sons and daughters, brains washed white
with ‘Jesus’ or some other shite
the striker at the factory gates
is fighting for everything he hates
this quiet man observes and judges
his partial-sight is stained with fudges…

so i do not like a quiet man
never trust them, seldom can
their heads are stuffed with jealous violence
…the greatest sin on earth is silence

Heads Bent in Silence by Alan Corkish

i will not sit head bent
in silence
while children are fed
sour bread
and dull water
i will not sit head bent
in silence
while people rant
for the justice
of death
i will not sit head bent
in silence
while gossip destroys
the souls of
human beings
i will not sit head bent
in silence
at any stage of my life
and i will depart
this world
with words
spitting from my lips
like bullets

…too many pass this way
heads bent
in silence

(First published in The People’s Poet Anthology ΙΙ 2003)