'Order in the Mother City' by Jennifer Thorpe

It wasThe force of the wallThat propelled her face forwardAnd back into the footThat kicked it.

The kicker dancedThe dance of a victorious soldier.For he was a warrior in a long standing campaignOf dominanceAnd hate.

Behind the wall,And hidden from view,A young girl played on her swing setTook selfies with her IpadUnaware of the violence beyond.

Her motherWas not abusedJust disabused of the notionThat one day she would come homeTo find dinner on the table.

Along the streetA more hopeful woman walkedWitnessed the sceneAnd called the policeTo restore order.

The police arrivedWith lights unflashingThis was not a crisisThis was the orderIn the Mother City.