Impromptu Poetry: Schism.
Today I felt like scribbling out a quick poem. It’s about racism, jingoism and fascism, so I called it:
Today I met a heinous plan,
Borne within a normal man.
This plan it rode within his mind,
It gave him notions most unkind.
It’s shape was cruel and aimed to harm,
A dark design of selfish charm.
From man to man, it quickly spread,
This plan, it passed from head to head.
Its wings are fear, its jaws are hate,
A wyrm I recognised too late.
This simple whim, it tricked us all,
Denounce the foe, build a wall!
It whispered ‘us’, it warned of ‘them’,
Promised strength, augured mayhem.
That normal man, like you or I,
Had no forked tongue, or evil eye.
He just had friends and family,
Felt threatened by uncertainty.
The plan took root, on fertile soil,
Seed to stem, it did uncoil.
A wall he built, hard and tall,
Around his heart.
Against us all.