Death March

Posted on by celfypridd

Looking through

The barbed wire

He watched

The Russians

The survivors

Marched in

From the

Death march

That first time

They threw bread

Or the little food

They had

Over the barbed wire

They watched

Men fight

In the snow

And dirt brown

Slush

For the mush

They never

Threw food

Over the wire again.

 

RAC

The slaying of an activist

Posted on by celfypridd

The slaying of an activist

 

No accusations

Of responsibility

No recriminations

No blame

Or shame

Not yet

Reality

We are all

Complicit

We’ve all

Listened

To the messages

Of hate

Dressed up

As political

Arguments

We’ve listened

But not objected

To the racist

Commentary

Dressed up

And called

Immigration

Or the hatred

Towards the poor

And those

Hanging on

To the bottom rung

That hatred

Ever present

Sometimes

Not even said

This move

To extremes

With people

Who should know

Much better

Stoking

The fire

Of emotions

That vilify

And make

it easier

far far easier

to pick up a gun

or a blade

and kill.

But I wonder

Did it make

A difference

That she was

A woman

And small.

But she is dead

And her children

Motherless.

And we must all

Ask ourselves

What will we do

Different.

What will we do

So that we remember

Our complicity.

 

 

RAC

 

Murder of a stranger

Posted on by celfypridd

The murder of a stranger

 

Out early this morning

Unable to listen to much more of the news

On the radio

Played Bach Sonatas instead

 

This place is not worse

Following you’re going or the way you left

It may be better

I have my doubts about it

 

Time will tell is the saying

But it’s the hate just below the surface

That bothers me most

The lack of compassion

 

I think of those two small children

And the man you loved abandoned and lost

I wish them kindness

For the present the future as well.

 

 

RAC