whose munition
whose rain from the death of a sky
drowned the last ditches of home
what long road led us
petty-mouthed slogans
like blood-bubbles on the lips
earworm messages of hate
to kill the innocent
to protect the innocent
this ghosted fear we are made to carry
burns like metal in our wrung-out hands
and whose tongue
whose voice ever spoke the truth
without darkness in the telling
to protect the innocent
to kill the innocent
flesh but not our flesh
not our skin and bone
and whose finger points
whose hand dispenses fate
and doles out destruction
kill the innocent
to protect the innocent
in a cruel crusade
misadventure in disguise
and whose delusion
creates a wasteland
the boundary between
protection and threat
and whose heart
whose eyes will still not see
whose head does not hang in shame
© BH, 2022
Here’s the deal… In 2018 came the warning that we had eleven years to aver climate catastrophe.
[BBC News - Final call to save the world from 'climate catastrophe'
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-45775309
and a Headline in the Daily Mirror (!)
World has only 11 years to stop catastrophic climate change, experts warn
https://www.mirror.co.uk/news/world-news/climate-change-warning-global-warming-13382086]
Four years of that are more or less gone and now we’re bombing seven shades of shit out of each other - again.
I’m not going to take sides. This is about US. Collectively. One mad bastard starts a war and we’re all drawn back to business-as-usual. War-wise, at least. And the human catastrophe unfolds, refugees spill across the world from another quarter, cities go up in smoke, the reek of poison fills the air and the earth corrodes. Now we have a pretext for asking no more questions and not reckoning the mounting cost - environmentally, in lives and destruction, in the countdown to our coming oblivion. Hah! We’re oblivious already.
No sides worth taking. Do the math. Seven years left, people. Tick fucking tock. No time left to waste. Do you hear me?
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