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17 February 2017
Regarding Doom and Gloom
and so I am careful not to blow on the sparks
with my own (foreign) rhetoric – or not too much.
It may well start with civil disobedience. I see
on facebook many friends’ anguished posts
and proud commitment to not shutting up
in the face of what they view as tyranny.
While others are bemused and then enraged
by such refusal to accept an election result.
I’m shutting up like mad, myself, not to offend
people I’ve always known as fair and kind
and, it goes without saying, intelligent …
nor yet to encourage others in divisiveness.
For who’d want civil war? Or do they not believe
it could really come to that? Everything else has come.
The parallels with Hitler and the rise of Naziism
are often drawn by the fearful and outraged.
And I recall, reluctantly, what has long been said:
it was the averted eyes and the silence
of ordinary, good people that allowed
horror to pile on horror, corpse on corpse.
I don’t live there, I tell myself. I cannot comment
on things that don’t concern me. I can’t know
the on-the-ground reality. I do not have the right.
Then, feeling a little sick, I begin to remember
that what stopped Hitler was the linked arms
of other nations standing firm and fighting.
There will be war, I hear it said, between
Australia and the USA, or even between the USA
and the world. Surely not possible! Surely not?
I put my head down, zip my lips; I hope it will all
go away. But poems will out, irrepressible as truth.
(Poor helpless things, both: changing nothing.)
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