There was no collusion, they say,
And what does it mean, exactly?
That there was no praise of bigots,
No fawning over murderous dictators,
No contempt for the weak, the helpless,
No violent bending of the truth?
There was no collusion, they say.
As children search for lost parents,
As bombs fall like summer rain,
As mothers weep and fathers
Wander bewildered in a world
Scrubbed clean of empathy and kindness
A world of avarice and cruelty
Celebrated in song and image,
A world burning up and drowning,
A world to enter only at your peril.
© Dennis Hathaway
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