What's a border to the poor?
Late night, I guess no moon
silent as the little wind
a wire, a noise, gunfire
Carry your wife
carry your husband
a dead child is heavier
the stragglers stretch behind
I saw cruelty
applied without effort
and kindness to the power of ten
and every step was away from truth
The line makes no sense
objects move from their places
maybe the search party's missing
Now I'm in an F1 bar
fan force and silly cars
tyres are big pearls first lap
might as well be Godzilla.
This is so terribly moving, Rob.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan. I spent yesterday catching up with an old mate, a journalist, who was back from assignment visiting the Syrian refugee camps in northern Greece, and after a few drinks we got to talking about xenophobia, fear of the Other, Islamophobia and terrorism. I guess this little thing was a drop in the puddle of all that.
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ReplyDeleteCheers, Robbie.
DeleteThe second verse carries so much power - but then so does the next verse - so does it all ...
ReplyDeleteThanks for listening, Lizz.
DeleteLovely words for such a despairing universal diaspora, yet hope.....
ReplyDeleteThanks, James. Yes. Hope.
ReplyDeletegreat, moving, dislocating
ReplyDeleteso healthy to spread such words!
ReplyDeleteThank you. (OK is better when the word spreads far.)
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