By SAM HENDRIAN
The Right cheer, the righteous jeer
At the documentation of undocumented hate
Yet both fail to see it’s not hate but fear
That permits prejudice to perpetrate.
One person dies at the hand of a foreigner,
Therefore the danger must dwell overseas;
Never mind that many a coroner
Has recorded their fair share of local atrocities.
Our leaders operate in a post-logic landscape,
A finger-pointing fairyland
Where there is no escape
From those who stand on anyone they don’t understand.
The empathetic laugh it off,
The apathetic whistle on
Like a man with a cancerous cough
Who insists he’ll always wake at dawn.
And so we seal our country’s doom
Shrugged shoulder to shrugged shoulder,
Forgetting that few have ever heard the boom
Made by a slow-rolling boulder.
