Last week
the world mourned
the death
of a lion.
Coffee-break
evangelists
spewed faux
emotion
by
re-posting skim read re-posts
while a
thousand drowned
in
Mediterranean seas.
Cadavers
labeled “alien” and “illegal”
for
crossing invisible borders
which
separate the faiths
as accent
or skin tone once did.
Corrupt
headlines
dehumanise
nations
deflect
attention from
murderous
foreign policies,
driving
pale faced population
paranoid
and scared
until it
nullifies its apathy
of third
world guilt
with
monthly donations
to swollen
belly charities.
In cold and
grief blanketed lay-byes
a
“promiscuous swarm of foreign peoples”
elicit less
sympathy
than beasts
hunted for pleasure
as they’re
turned into animals
in
makeshift jungles.
Does this signal
a decadent
society in freefall?
Because
we’d rather curse
about asylum
seekers
stealing
our first world reverie,
or
hitchhiker traffic jams
delaying
our daily commute,
even though
we sleepwork
our way
through the week
to return
to the comfort of hypnotised solitude
in the
company of loathed ones.
Last week
tabloid front pages called
politicians
to block borders,
like the
world’s humanitarian crisis
needs a
firmer jackboot to the jugular
like in ‘38
when leftwing headlines decried
the influx
of Jews
as the icon
of our aristocracy
goose-stepped
through Europe,.
Now those
same papers preach hatred
bemoan
animalistic nature of desperation
then
applaud it when shoppers
tussle for
40% off an Asda television.
Last week a
lion died
and
sympathisers cried
as a thousand
migrants lost their lives
crossing
continents
on blow up
boats
while we
drank and smoked and
sagely
‘liked’ posts to show we’re conscious,
until the
new season
of The
Great British Bake Off.
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