Horrors
So many voices, so many eyes,
So many horrors that can't be unseen.
And yet we are silent, yet we are blind,
For the world we have made is a thing that's obscene.
We turn from the truth, to the comforting lies.
We shrug or accept what the news-readers say.
It's as if we have covered our ears and our eyes,
Or are trained, as are soldiers, to simply obey.
Genocides happen, and this we should know,
And not just in Europe, and not only for Jews.
But this is the present, 2-0-2-4,
And who will be next, and yet not in the news?
The Frankenstein doctors, creating their monsters,
Were able to hide them from view.
But now we can see them, and yet who will stop them?
Not our leaders, complicit. It is me and it's you.
2024 March 19th, Tue.
Berkeley, California
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