Christchurch
“Clutched tightly by his adoring father, the fair-haired blue-eyed toddler was the picture of innocence”
Choices driven by hate, or driven by ignorance, choices are made.
Driven by love, driven by compassion, choices are made.
50 faceless names who never dreamed of fame
blocked from the spotlight by the man to blame.
One flame
But the flame isn’t the problem and the blaze isn’t the end. The
wind and the air and the time. The grass and the smoke and the
time again. Then the dead and burnt and the charcoal and dirt.
A flame is weak, a flame is tame, story after story, claim after claim, never-ending
attempts to shift the blame
evil, darkness, what a surprise! When you feed children
propaganda, violence and lies.
Let’s talk about killers, let’s talk about terror, never about
victims or how times will get better
Or how his ideas were born from choices we made as
a society. We’ve simply wished and prayed, blamed parents
blamed religion, hide in the shade. Never taking responsibility
for the game we’ve played.
A game of chess where white pawns take black queens through money through greed through illegal means
Fair
Fair is being born with an equal chance. Fair is education on equality and
injustice. Fair is being able to afford to live. Fair is not having to run from your
home because of wars started by us. Fair is your family dying of old age.
Fair is not cradling a bloody corpse
Fair is taking responsibility
Fair is rectifying mistakes and making change
Fair is not being scared of losing a throne built from blood and bone
“Clutched tightly by her adoring mother, the brown-skinned Muslim struggles to put off her last breath, the picture of innocence.”
When did fair become an unrealistic dream?