At first there were the embers of a fire
An unsettled history
in a gust of wind
Diseased with resentment
-So began the flame
carrying with it a bitterness
collecting it’s list of wrong-doings
combining it as evidence
flammable proof they toss into the fire
look -how fast it grows!
How exciting its blood-lit curling dance is!
They stand, mesmerised around the growing fire
Chanting songs of hate in growing voices
A cycle of events snowballing
Out of control
And when it begins to die-perhaps- they fear they will
fear the cold
or -where their eyes will look to, when they have no
spotlight to spot?
So, they keep collecting evidence
Looking back at their history
Forward- making predictions
taking everything, everything they can!
Shredding it shredding it and
Throwing it into that flame
one fucking flame for everything and
it all turns turns to ash
when you generalize, when you assume
-when you call every Muslim a terrorist.
they took that person, this person
the every person they never knew
the mother and her child
they took my mother and father
my sister, my nieces and nephews
they even took my dead brother
threw them and him into that fire too
the growing crowd continues gathering
with handful of their flammable shreds of
fear, confusion, anger. misunderstanding
throwing them into a choking red-hot
Mesmerised by a fire and unaware
Within it -a thousand innocents burned
With the hate they created. Are creating.
Unaware – that embers turn to fires
And fires spread… fires kill
unaware that with hate, evidence, and confidence
Blood is bound to spill.
So, let us be the water
That puts that fire out
Before we lose another
Let us shout
A song of peace and love
so we might try
and save those future victim’s lives.