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Where were you when he slashed his wrists

Or she lay pain-wracked on the bedroom floor?

Why are you silent when the racist twists

His blade into the innocent and poor?

Don't tell me how you feel our pain

Or suffer with us; afterall these years

Of genocide and butchery that claim

Is worthless, and it falls upon deaf ears.

Rational, we look for evidence,

For any hint your teaching might be true

But all we see and all that we can sense

Confirms the bitter fact that we will rue

          The day that we were born and hope to be

          By Death's kind release, from Life set free.

Brian Hick May 2011

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The next blog will be posted on Monday 12.6.23. Sally