What will you write of? If you do not write of fire-bombed houses, Midnight massacres, Blasé Dons and unwanted babies in cement bags, Stand still the poem is ready and written Trench Town Poet, Is today the day when your subtle ideas evolve into Into escape routes from this concrete jungle? Trench Town Poet, Armed with your semi-automatic pen, Seeking words of relief, Yet finding only faint euphemisms to frame your Damming realities…