Drowning.

 

Is this what drowning is like?

I feel myself slipping beneath the waves,

waves of bigotry and self-righteous bile.

Fingers rest heavy on triggers,

as we push, push, push.

 

Dark voices clamour over

the thin call for reason,

and values of god are lost

beneath a deluge of religion,

as we push, push, push.

 

The indecent reign of the decent

and the righteous howl of the fearful

haul us back into darkness,

the light is flickering now,

as we push, push, push.

 

Walls rise from hallowed soil

razor wire blocks escape

explosive reason spills blood.

Normal service will be exhumed as soon as possible,

as we push, push, push.

 

The narrative of love is lost,

replaced by the logic of fear,

its steady march thunders out

rhythms of punishing hysteria,

as we push, push, push.

 

We pile insult atop insanity

and sing glorious songs,

eyes firmly fixed on the past.

The future withers, starved at birth,

as we push, push, push.

 

All that remains is bubbling chaos.

The pressure’s to great now

Who will remain when fall comes?

Not me, thankfully.

Weeping for my children, and yours,

I fear we have pushed too far.

 

 

By Francis de Aguilar©

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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