What Else Is There To Say

I am sick of a world where people say that they care And then build up their walls and pull down the tents Of the poor and the weak whose only intent is Survival and those whose only hope is Our common humanity from our common creation Though we change the names and the colour of faces And define our homes as different places We are not different races - our DNA traces Our common humanity and our common relations. And the shame of our common history shows That the death camps of Auschwitz and Genocide in Rwanda and the plight of Rohingas that flee From the soldiers, and the flight of the Christians From IS in Iraq or the fight of First Nations just to be Free, recognised and valued as people -that these Are our history too and the death of a Kurd Or a transgender sister or the rape of a child Or abuse of all types at all times in all places These are just as wild and just as plain wrong An offence to the divinity of our common humanity. What else is there to say. Kim Helen James 27/1/2018