A Spring- new shoots
ah, the irony
A Spring to democracy,
words get jumbled don't you know?
like fear, like hatred
squashed emotions produce
and blinkered desperation
is where we are- on so many fronts
in the bloody void
of boated migrants, of 'terrorism'
can we continue to look away
as we look to the surface
and not examine the roots?
The ravaged remains of rubble, of humans, of hearts
of what we have done?
By the doing of everything and nothing,
we are all humanity when it suits us...
some say, in it together
The seeds of the Spring?
the camera- ever on and moving on.
Ah, in high summer I await winter, reflection of roots
and a Spring of reality for the decisioners,
treating the cause and not the symptoms
probably requires profuse pain for the privileged
as well as the rest who have already paid.