Tuur Verheyde
Cold Blood
Updated: Nov 6, 2022
Evil wears this world
Like an archangel’s
Cloak stitched from patches
Where pain has bled into the air,
Into the soil.
It wears it like a rapist
Wears a condom,
Like a fascist wears his club.
On the ninth of October,
The Kurdish were betrayed
By their allies, the United States,
By Donald Trump and his acolytes,
His accomplices, the GOP
Still eagerly defending
The right of a venal brat
To hold the lives of millions
In his small uncaring hands
And toss them aside
For vanity and profit.
Once again the Kurds pay
For the capricious goodwill
Of western warfare.
Meanwhile, Erdogan
Another Saddam,
Another Assad,
Generously promises
Not to strand millions
On Europe’s callous shores
On condition of silence
To another genocide.
As a NATO force rapes
Rojava,
The world watches
And slowly turns away.
As Halloween draws near,
Westerners do well
To remember that
Monsters are but men and women
Callous, cruel,
Capricious and corrupt
At heart nothing but craven
Cowering from the outside to their inside.
They are the people
We ignore,
We elect,
We become,
Who refuse to see humanity
In the other
And thus erase it
In themselves.