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Brad Evans
Brad Evans was born in Sydney, Australia in 1971. He was placed into various educational institutions for twenty years, finally escaping in 1997 when poetry became too influential in his life. Some of his latest poems, articles, interviews, and reviews have been, or will soon be, featured in the following magazines (printed / online) and anthologies: Scriberazone (UK), Struggle (US), Centoria (AUST), Lateral Moves (UK), Wonderlust (UK), Poetry DownUnder (AUST), The Animist (AUST), Angel (UK), The Brobdingnagian Times (EIRE), Skald (UK), Breakfast All Day (UK / FR), Konfluence (UK), Paris / Atlantic (FR), Sivullinen (FNLD), Asphyxia (AUST), Quantum Leap (UK), Zine Zone (UK), Hobo (AUST), Ygdrasil (CAN), Dancing Barefoot (BELG), & (AUST), Apples & Oranges (US), Hjokfinnies Sanglines (UK), Panic! (UK), Roadworks (UK), Markings (UK), Haggard & Halloo (US), Voices of Liberation (UK), Rising (UK), Black Spring Review (US), Fire (UK), Manifold (UK), Lochs (UK), In Our Own Words (US), Cordite (AUST), Borderlines (UK), Zimmerzine (UK), Slacker (UK), Insurgentz (US), Braquemard (UK), Community of Poets (UK), Papillon (UK), At Last (UK), Poezine (UK), Big Bridge (UK). Brad is the founder and editor of Red Lamp, a journal for realist, socialist and humanitarian poetry.
 
By Brad Evans
Published on 04/5/2000
 

                throwing off this blanket

                of ignorance
                I pen

                on a train

                spilling lies and greed.
                around me


                throwing off this blanket

                of ignorance
                I pen

                on a train

                spilling lies and greed.
                around me

                those in limbo
                sit or moan

                to a victorious

                deaf

                the knives move

                as

                our backs move:
                the men,

                women,

                the lost
                stabbed and hauled

                short

                of
                hope

                some dream,

                a spark

                or chance
                to know ourselves.

                and I know

                some time ago,
                before I burst

                hopelessly out
                onto

                this wicked carriage

                called life-
                decisions

                commands

                orders
                were issued for us

                in a prenatal manner
                to ensure a benign

                and ignorant flock:
                servitude

                for

                the few

                of them

                

                and

                I call on them
                all

                these wise men

                from

                the institutions:
                the Chicago School,

                the enlightened

                Harvard cavaliers
                who think
                that living beyond their

                means

                can demonstrate something:
                an ambition,

                a way of securing

                individual power
                over something

                hideous
                as
                this
                out

                of

                control
                beast

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