Blame game

 

Narrow-minded men

bang hollowed-out chests,

like drums draped

in Union Jack symbolism,

A symptom.

Rally round,

let’s play the blame game.

Jump on the merry go round

and we will take potshots

again, and again. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Insecure?

Doesn’t it crawl within, that feeling?

Inadequate. Left behind.

Always wanting more.

 

IT MUST BE SOMEONE ELSES FAULT, RIGHT?

 

Sure. Blame can never

sit at our own doors.

 

Well, here I am to lay it out

like a welcome mat.

The people you fight

are not the ones

holding you back,

and our shame can sit

wherever it pleases.

 

Its more complex than that. But firstly

you need to look in the mirror

and see that what is looking back

is just another human.

Not a god. Not the chosen.

Just another human.

The same as the ones you blame,

another soul along for the ride,

and that the truth... Humanity

is full of so much beauty,

can undo so many lies.

 

The power currently sits with those

who tell you how to think,

how to feel. They tell you that

you have to be angry,

that other people

are taking your rightful place.

 

Well, I'm sorry but no one

owns any part of this space.

We are one human race,

we just happened to land

in the spot we call home

and the tone of your skin

doesn’t make a superior man,

that only comes from the heart within.

 

BUT IT MUST BE THEM, RIGHT?

THEY ARE DIFFERENT. NOT LIKE ME.

 

And this is the

second trick the devil played.

Telling us that difference

is to be seen as something

to be shunned, not something

to which we should run.

It should be seen as wonderful.

Artists and writers,

musicians and playwrights

all saw the light,

but you are blinded

by the lies printed in

sun-emblazoned headlines.