In Answer to the Bully

Dedicated to the enemy within that sees only the enemy without.

The world spins round,
we walk on it,
the sky don’t fall,
the sea don’t flip,
the ground don’t smack
us on the brow,
we stay upright
we trust in how.

The seasons come
our hearts beat on,
soft rain falls sweet,
harvest is done.
Our children bloom,
posies of hope,
and lover’s
love us
without scope.

The tide brings in
great shoals to share.
The green blue earth
wraps us in care.
Strong hands reach out
to catch our fall,
warm hands to hold us
when we’re small.

The heat of love
in cold night hour,
is alchemy,
our soul succour.
Beneath warm sun
our work is done,
where bathed in gold
green things
grow on.

A child’s delight
at all things new
reminds us to
remember
who
we really are
in this rich Now
sister, brother,
from hour to hour.

But on black box,
that empty eye,
distorted lens,
projects a lie,
at 6 O’clock,
channels the doom
broadcasts bleak things,
into our room.
Only the  bad
reflected there
the mad, the sad,
stories to scare.

The talking heads,
spins webs of fear,
around our hearts
barbs made to tear,
at ties of truth
that keep us close,
that show us love
matters the most.

In Africa, another me
starved by the lie-
false scarcity.
In tribal lands, democracy,
poorly disguised hypocrisy,
roams large and wide,
voraciously,
while we at home
think we’re scot free.

This tele- terror
keeps us at heel,
present the problem,
roll out the reel.
Show us the Other, the Strange,  Not-Me,
Unknown, Unfriendly, The Enemy.
And when our knees are knockin’ loud
present solution, proud and loud
and make the bitter into sweet
with words that take sting out of  heat –
damage that’s just ‘collateral’
sounds better than the “dead people”
and war becomes an abstraction,
a” kinetic- military action”,
the truth of nation vs nation,
an “overseas-contingency operation”,
and soon we’ll all be in accord
with ‘conflict manager’  for war lord.

A million kindnesses a minute,
thousands embrace with
good will in it.
So many bodies
meet in passion,
a lover’s love
always in fashion.

Upon our lips
hot fevered kisses
and dreams alive
that once were wishes,
and pats on back
and warm handshakes,
and blessings made-
joy, warm and bright
to take from every day
and night.

In answer to the bully’s din,
befriend the enemy within,
then look without, clasp tight the hand,
be in those shoes,willing to stand,
and know that we are all same,
we long for love to end all pain.

Author Notes

Empathy and compassion – super powers that can heal the world.

© VioletRosePoetry. All rights reserved, 2 months 

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