Wear the new triangles,
behind the chain-link fences,
orchestra of crying children,
dread anthem of the summer sun,
Separate the little ones,
no need to sew the yellow to their shirts,
they wear their badge forever,
on their skin,
Build the wall and mend the wire,
with bricks of fear send it higher,
until all the good is on the pyre,
and the sky is gone,
Concentration camps in the desert,
for babes as well for men,
who carry the mortal sin,
of being born poor,
Here in the land of plenty,
the well of dignity it is empty.
good enough to fight the wars,
and pick the fruit,
but not to stay.
by Ruairí de Barra
Published in ‘Live Encounters’ Special 12th Anniversary Editon in December 2021. You can read the five poems in this special volume on the Live Encounters website or download a free .pdf copy just by clicking here
Live Encounters is a wonderful publication and all of its issues, as well as special editions, may be found on its website at https://liveencounters.net/
I would like to thank Mark Ulyseas for seeing fit to include my work once again in the same pages of some truly talented people.
Image by Greg Bulla from Unsplash. Thank you very much.
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