And the Lies Keep Coming

The pain of this world has worn me out this morning
I need a nap
I need to forget that babies are being torn from mother’s arms at the border
I need to forget that an anarchist
presuming himself to be a king sits in the Oval Office
And the lies keep coming

I need to forget about the melting ice sheets
And the Rohinga huddled together in great masses
with scarce food and water and no reason to live
And of 22% of my own country’s children
who go to sleep food insecure every night

I need to forget that our children are afraid to go to school
for fear of being massacred (thank God it’s summer)
And I don’t want to remember all the other things I also want to forget

I need a nap, and it isn’t yet noon

Ah, but a hawk just landed on my garden fence
In its world too the strong eat the weak
Even so, in its world
Unlike in my country
Something is natural about that