As I am
He is a man,
as I am,
but he plots in palaces,
holy places, holes in the earth.
His words reach
to soldiers, apostates,
blind followers;
words wrapped around
misguided, blinkered philosophies;
bleak words, excluding words,
inflaming words;
words inciting to hatred, killing
with extreme prejudice the women who dare
to bare their heads,
teachers and writers
who set minds free,
the wideeyed orphan in
the bombedout basement,
the doctor trapped by bodies
in bolddrenched corridors,
men like me whose ‘crime’ is to
be overheard, seen,
in the wrong place, wrong time.
So I run, walk, carry, crawl
with others like me,
to break, an exhausted wave,
on the razor wire
of far borders,
tear gas and batons
our welcome to uncertain freedom;
ripped from our birth-country
because a man, as I am,
decides which side
of colour, belief, tribe
is right or wrong;
a man, as I am,
who plots in palaces...
© Paul Mein 26/8/15
He is a man,
as I am,
but he plots in palaces,
holy places, holes in the earth.
His words reach
to soldiers, apostates,
blind followers;
words wrapped around
misguided, blinkered philosophies;
bleak words, excluding words,
inflaming words;
words inciting to hatred, killing
with extreme prejudice the women who dare
to bare their heads,
teachers and writers
who set minds free,
the wideeyed orphan in
the bombedout basement,
the doctor trapped by bodies
in bolddrenched corridors,
men like me whose ‘crime’ is to
be overheard, seen,
in the wrong place, wrong time.
So I run, walk, carry, crawl
with others like me,
to break, an exhausted wave,
on the razor wire
of far borders,
tear gas and batons
our welcome to uncertain freedom;
ripped from our birth-country
because a man, as I am,
decides which side
of colour, belief, tribe
is right or wrong;
a man, as I am,
who plots in palaces...
© Paul Mein 26/8/15
No comments:
Post a Comment