Ahead of the POTUS’ UK visit next week, a limey snowflake writes…
The massed white faces in the blood-red caps
are what the monster sees and what he needs to feed,
but still I ask myself if they believe or merely
blind themselves to creeping evil and to cruelty
they never would have countenanced before.
Are these God-fearin’ folks the enemy
and must I hate them as they hate the likes of me?
For in the end I’m unconvinced they want
the opposite of what I want.
Without the monster stoking fear
they would not sneer
at children torn from Mama’s arms
and would not harden like Good Germans
laughing at old pelted Jews.
If we could talk, not be transfixed
by terror of the Other,
we might see instead we are
a single species in the stars.
I fear it is too late, for they are drunk on hate,
with little left to lose and limitless supplies
of folks who aren’t like them to vilify.