2015 11 – First Let It Be Human (poem)

FIRST LET IT BE HUMAN

It lurches past your door,

bearing dried bloodstains from centuries

before

but with fresh bloodstained teeth

showing that its biting hasn’t

ceased,

it scavengers the battlefields

of another where it kneels

before the stars and stripes,

its policies to shield,

now, hear its pitiful cries for human

rights

when it denied a neigbour such

and caused a thirty-year

fight,

it asks to be excused its duty

to the EU

on that matter

whilst joining the queue

to put Syria’s head on a

platter,

most of the world needs more

human and civil

rights,

as the people of many nations

cite

but it must come from the lamb

that has been damned

when oppression is rife

and not from those who hold

the butcher’s knife.

 

Wilson John Haire

 

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