Monday, November 4, 2024

R A Ruadh


Oh, say can we see


It is my turn now

Sitting far from my homeland

Watching the shouting mobs

Burning breaking and killing


The lies competing for the highest rung

Of insanity oh they are so shocked

As if it sprang from nowhere

Somehow is from elsewhere


This is not our country they say


How so not?


Born bred and raised to hate

Following a Jesus I never met

And a constitution never written

Hugging a mythical freedom to rage and riot

At everyone else’s expense while

Seeking a war that will never slake this fury

Devouring life itself


While I watch the excuses

Pour from traitors’ lips

I see the tattoos on the arms

Of survivors I knew who told me

How it started

How it could have been stopped

But hey white boys will be white boys

You know what I mean


When you are so privileged

That nothing is denied to you

It is easy to twist trip turn be tricked

Falling prey to a nagging fear that everyone

Wants to strip you of what you take for granted

For all your bluff and bluster you

Suspect it is undeserved unearned unfulfilling

And only yours by theft

 

Yes, this is our country

Built on taking

Treachery and never enough

It runs in our veins and

Throttles our souls with

Mind bending weight only sated by


I can’t breathe


So long as it is another gasping


The science you would deny can tell you

That such deep sepsis can only be healed

By lancing the festering boils to drain

The wounds and expose them to the

Light

Air

Truth


We must learn and teach our children

The body politic requires

Every limb and organ

Left hand and right

Both eyes and ears

Every gender every age

Just as we cannot survive eating one plant alone

We must grow and be the entire forest field and stream

None is greater or lesser or useless

And plunder yields no sustenance

This we must know at last


It is my turn now to watch and wait

Wondering if my country

Will repeat history’s bitter lessons

Which our schools hollowed out by ignorance

Have ceased to teach

While furious white boys seeking darkness and death

Explode our legacy of infamy in plain sight


Oh, say what will we see


Michelle Smith

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