March 21, 2023Poem
How easy it is,
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How easy it is,
The turning away
The tolerance of hate.
A boat going down
With all hands
The sorrow of its loss
Drowned in recrimination
Refugees and immigration
Forgetting the true cost
Is the drain of compassion.
The lies we tell ourselves
To help us sleep easily.
The dreams of innocent babies
Are the nightmares
Left behind.
Human wreckage
Is all we are bound to have
When we resist
The urge to respond with kindness.
Hatred is mindless,
It steals our senses away
Leaving us prey
To the vicious machinations
Of a fascist militia
Who believe every incursion
As a personal slight
On their manhood.
They bay for blood
Whilst praying to be good
Revelatory soldiers
Defending the land of the free
From the likes of you and me
Who might believe
In something completely different.