For all your strength,
your brittle bones defy you,
crumbling with deceit.
The disease of oppression,
the imprint your oppressors
is stamped upon your suffering.
How otherwise would you
be so blinded by belief,
by the lie, the truth of hate?
What was done to you,
the unspeakable horror of it,
has turned your soul to bone
and what you do to others now,
the unspeakable horror of it,
is your beating heart of pain.
For all your strength,
there is still a hollow place
where your weakness trembles
and in it a mirror
where your face is marked
and the eyes are not yours
but the eyes of the past,
disfiguring you again, urging you
to disfigure everything in return.
A thought about the latest crisis and its atrocities. Mostly it’s about how horror begets itself. The oppressed struggle free of their chains but the oppressors brutality is embedded in their souls. It will not be removed until they (I mean we) recognise how our capacity for good can be masked by the residues of evil.
Just sayin…
your brittle bones defy you,
crumbling with deceit.
The disease of oppression,
the imprint your oppressors
is stamped upon your suffering.
How otherwise would you
be so blinded by belief,
by the lie, the truth of hate?
What was done to you,
the unspeakable horror of it,
has turned your soul to bone
and what you do to others now,
the unspeakable horror of it,
is your beating heart of pain.
For all your strength,
there is still a hollow place
where your weakness trembles
and in it a mirror
where your face is marked
and the eyes are not yours
but the eyes of the past,
disfiguring you again, urging you
to disfigure everything in return.
© BH, 2023
A thought about the latest crisis and its atrocities. Mostly it’s about how horror begets itself. The oppressed struggle free of their chains but the oppressors brutality is embedded in their souls. It will not be removed until they (I mean we) recognise how our capacity for good can be masked by the residues of evil.
Just sayin…
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