I live in England and what I have witnessed this last year puts my minor struggles in perspective. This week has been particularly depressing. I can’t post about me. For what its worth I leave these these lines.
Towers burning down the politics of self interest and lies
Prehistoric beliefs fueling vans of death
We could be singing songs, holding others,Ive seen it.
Self inflicted wounds so funny I could cry
My country bleeds and the Eton rifles look bemused
Let the ones with love rule the day
They’ll look in disbelief , the ones
That turned green into dust.
Not just the usual suspects but all of us
Who thought looking out for number one
Could produce some common good
Love is giving and giving takes love
There are those with love
Please let them have their day