Poetry

POETRY Who belongs?

Poem by Deasy Bamford

An Invisible rain of sorrow swept across the world, bringing no sweet desert blooms but hardy skins, bark on the soul barricading the heart from rejection and judgement. Looking in and out at an unlovable reflection. Where does the rain rise from, who deals out the pain of good and bad? What began as a definition of we , became an isolation of other. Youth withers under the weight of not belonging Mothers cannot love their children enough to protect them from cruelty The force that made us, made no one better than another Fortune or forgery, malignant mysogyny,division by race and colour Denies a drink at the well. Bullies with brash self importance construct a castle of control and children weep alone to be someone else . Wash away centuries of sickening psychology with a different rain A storm flood of love to dissolve unkindness, a tsunami of acceptance Lakes pools and puddles of interest in each other, oceans of possibility Tornados and whirlwinds of change, who will we be when we can all be we? Creation,imagination,collaboration, no more supremacists nations waging ideological wars,unfettered wealthmongers claiming the world stealing children's minds with algorithms of addiction and distraction smothering us like vines stealing the sunshine, till we are stifled for profit . As our species continues out of control,nature will intervene eventually. Reclaiming the planet with new blossoms in survival Maybe none of us belong here until each human is a reflection of ourselves, and we rejoice in our global community with an abundance of love.