these days, without you,
wasting breaths meant to be kisses,
squandered caresses, lost moments of yearning desire.
these days, without you,
pilfering smiles meant to be hearty laughs,
seeing the time out in between, lost in the embers of love’s roaring fire
( apologies but had to rewrite this piece )
the stench of xenophobia … … …
1.
when rancid racism strikes,
in cocooned fungal minds, narrow, superficially deep,
an insidious venom begins to seep,
into our consciousness as we sleep.
2.
racist beliefs held so true, so deep,
stripped of feeling,
empty, hollow, feigned, designed, branded as compassion,
feeds the conceit in chests swollen and rotten with self-righteous passion.
3.
the racist xenophobia once firmly entrenched,
envelopes all, not unlike a comforting shawl,
needing more and more bluster to fester, and to mutate,
into doctrines of superiority, bigotry, and new fashioned hate.
4.
are we guilty of succumbing to this virulent plague?
sipping martinis, and shovelling more, always more onto our heaving plates,
falling, slipping into inebriated stasis, without care,
as the stench of hate, prejudice, gay-bashing,
as the proliferation of anti hindu, muslim, christian, buddhist, and anti people of african and arab heritage and anti-indigenous and anti-semitic and misogynistic drivel and xenophobia,
continues to belch into the polluted air.
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