We say that times have changed Yet the issues in the news Remain the same Three Muslims shot Over a "parking dispute" Yet the media news Can't get to the root Of the hateful crime Committed by a brute Too busy reviewing Fifty Shades of Grey While unjust crimes Are carried out everyday
And why do we let ISIS Receive so much fame? And why is it that every Muslim is to blame? Associating a belief With violence and terror But it is among us Where you'll find the true error
Using religious excuses To **** off God's creations Manufactured missiles Sweeping entire nations Thousands dead With nothing left to gain And those who survive Are left with terminal pain
Seeing tears in the eyes of a mother Her son buried deep By the prejudice of another
How far will we go Until we see the wrongdoings? Cuz once a life is gone... There is no undoing
Segregating humans By religion, ***, and race My beliefs may be different But I am no disgrace
We classify ourselves With things like melanin As if our destiny Is determined by our skin
Ignorance causing our vision to be impaired Can't accept the unusual Cuz we're too scared Too scared of the truth So we hide behind lies Too scared of being left out So we wear a disguise Morphing ourselves Into what is accepted Turning into clones Fear of being rejected
But it's time to wake up Time to accept The difference in our land Time to end The suffrage that is at hand Time to unite ourselves as one Time to put down the weapons And put away your gun So join me now To spread the love And to silence the hate Our world may not be perfect But it's never too late.
Decided to incorporate a few more lines to this poem.
"Mankind must put an end to war, before war puts an end to mankind."
Poulton Library and Adele & I are here to share with whoever arrives some thoughts concerning War and Literature. Linda sets us up with chairs and table, and first here is delightful surprise: Pat who I taught thirty years ago - there will be no need for me to dig a trench and put on a jacket bullet-proof with tin hat on my head - Philip Larkin Alun Lewis, Sassoon and Wilfred Owen give staunch support to Jon Stallworthy's World War One tome Anthem for Doomed Youth: Twelve Poets but doomed not us this century later.
(c) C J Heyworth June 2014
Through an Arts Council Grant organised locally here on The Fylde Coast by Adele Robinson of Lancashire Dead Good Poets, there is a continuing series of events over the Summer labelled Walking on Wyre, Wyre being the River Wyre which bypasses Poulton at Skippool Creek, and joins the Irish Sea at Fleetwood. Poulton Library invited us to discuss War Poetry in particular with interested locals. Pat who I used to teach and her husband Stuart were the welcome first arrivals and were soon joined by three additional members of Poulton Writers Group who were very prepared to join in and and make the discussion flow. A further husband and wife couple joined us after an hour or so and overall the event proved to be a productive and enjoyable get together. Once like-minded and amiable folks get together the conversation can gel splendidly.