This is not a political poem
These are just thoughts that I own
This is not a political fight
This is a plight for human rights
There’s been a frenzy of acceptance
from a chorus calling all at once
Now we know this is significant
Working together to pay the rent
Working together to build a net.
This is me, a human, calling for humans, to help.
A human who lived through hell and fled.
Who ran from their home and their own sweet bed
Cross seas, lost families.
A mother and her babies.
Let’s take a man with skills
A woman with …. skills
A child with a will.
A history so deep, a culture steeped in rich qualities.
Can’t we enable these?
Imagine the potential the propensity for power
Propelled beyond the final hour.
Visualize the scheme,
Consider the atrocities if you happen to have seen them.
I won’t go through details,
We’ve all seen the news reels.
I don’t wanna be political
Cos they’ll label me hysterical
There’s several parts to this story and
I’m goin’ all out for glory.
First, the worst… babies drowning, factions vowing, bombs showering,
Idiots howling and banging their chests.
There’s no accounting, it keeps compounding, my hearts pounding
and I’m just browsing. Then there’s the rest.
So, if a moment of thought caught you off guard
If a transient notion flew right past,
If a second in time made the light bulb shine,
What would you think?
Don’t make ‘em beg.
They’ve got no energy left.
This ain’t political poesi
This is cause for humanity.
Our conscience feels ill at ease!!
Find accountability
Question those in high esteem
Test the United Nations
Bounce repudiation
This is not a political plight now
This is a fight for human rights NOW!