the colour of a constitution
laid down in a sort of
yet disrespectful
agreement of people
who are put in a position of power
to decide what happens
in the corners of
every pumpkin patch
a farmer owns
every thatched-roof cottage
a family lives in
every parliamentary office
where whispers are
kept secret
every small tiny
purse of bloody gold

the shade of a shawl
worn before it’s torn
from the shoulders
of those to be
in the name of the people