The briars dripped with blood & gore
But briars did not hurt enough
The human skin had grown too tough
So wire fences barbed will score.
We just ignore the other side.
If still they claim a crust of bread
We’ll break or bomb or bullet dead
And throw them off our pretty ride.
Our pretty ride of glass and steal
Should not be fouled by poorer folk
The words can’t count when poor folk spoke
So we’ll just love our current deal.
There’s no appeal for fairer day
No one will blame for stopping here
Our reptile brain must think it queer
To let them in to work and play.
There’s nought to say but: “It’s complex.”
Lean back & watch some more TV
To practice rich hypocrisy
To face cruel facts would only vex.
A lexicon devised to cleave:
“Illegals” or a “lesser race”
Or seek a different path to grace
Not us? No need to care or grieve.
The weave we weave is just for us
Perhaps that “US” should be just me
And those who think & look like me
The rest can’t ride on my fine bus.
And when at last the broken bus
There’s no-one left to fix or care
The greed we taught is empty air
That love denied was meant for us.
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