Tuesday, July 11, 2017

We don't want nightmares (new poem)

We don’t want nightmares
bodies piled in ditches
twitching stinking
Yet some prisoners are true
beliefs in blue stripes on long sleeves

We want the soft warm slippers
we want the comfy worn chair
the reminders of horrors
humans on humans seeping
through our fingers.

We’d much rather think
that what was done
half a century ago   
or half a world away
just doesn’t apply to us
tucked into this safe harbor

The knives and nooses
call us into action
in order to prevent them
from holding their children
in filth and chains
down beneath
the stairs

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