To see a world in a coffee cup

and a hell inside a TV screen,

then still to rise and take a sup

and blink away the horror seen.

 

A memory flashed upon a mind

staunched by bitter pill,

to make a man and mankind blind

cannot the memory kill.

 

The slave fed by his master’s hand

is starved and saved the same,

he lives upon a lesser land

with no choice but to remain.

 

And trickled down as actions do

the roots of life are numbed,

there is no hope or help for who

to such wickedness succumb…

 

except they rise with opened eyes

unshackled from their fear,

no longer bound by chains of lies

nor deaf to what they hear.

 

With gratitude to William Blake