With borders drawn, on maps and carved
through hearts, and barbed with fences, walls
and words; it’s the day democracy destroys itself.
But you have a choice to close your mind to lies
and open doors, to comprehend that compromise
requires strength, that heroes are the silent ones.
Or you might say that freedom is collecting wealth
that God rewards the likes of you with health,
that cancer can result from sin and how your gold
replace the trust of fellow me you’ve lost.
Today Kerry put Micro back by maximizing our poetry to 10 lines at toads. My choice to write about politics, about dividing lines we create these days. Not least after the news from the UK and the murder of Jo Cox.
June 18, 2016