
Indifference
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.”
― Elie Wiesel
Who do you tell?
How can you tell when a place
has no soul?
It’s not really a hard question
to answer
I think you can count the number
of people
Who if you stopped to ask
the question
Would try to just tick the box
don’t know.
I listen to people talk about
This place
And this people as all heart
And no side
But they don’t seem to see
Or maybe hear
That the heart has been taking
Longer holidays
And might just decide to migrate
Or permanently hide
Poor heart poor soul you’ve tried
So hard, so long
But the valleys just got up and died
And left you.
RAC
Je suis un Celt! Je suis un European!
Je suis un European
Je suis European!
Entrances exits blocked

Turning our backs on the past
an inevitable return to whose past?
Racism has returned?
Truly in reality
it never went away
they learned to be silent
Except behind closed doors
of those rooms
we will never enter
Bone

Rain water
gathered
on millstone grit
lambs bone
Locked entrances

Doorways exits
maybe entrances
just like opportunities
depends on where you stand
Lets not forget

Lets plant forget-me-nots
so that they shall not be forgotten