The poets heart is bruised
by news of scandal and abuse
& so he bandages his dreams
& plants his garden full of seeds,
he wipes away his tears
collects a pocketful of fears
& makes a choice to use his voice
to dam the river running red.
Damn the followers and fools
damn the liars and the cheats
damn the monsters who make war
& bring the hatred to our streets,
damn the lot and damn them well
damn them all the way to hell
and find the grace to carry on
& find forgiveness in our hearts.
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