Communique from Cómpeta – #7

Bonnywood Manor

Somewhere, over there

Many thousands of miles

Lies my homeland

Where so much

Has gone so wrong

Democracy has been wounded

Stabbed by the flailing blind

Compelled by ignorance and fear

I don’t understand

How some can harbor so much hate

Such indecency, festering, fertilized in the dark

Fair play, they don’t understand me

With my avowed insistence

That stones should not be cast against a stranger

Just because you never walked a mile

In their blues

Where are the missing pieces that can unite us

And why

Is it still a puzzle?

Original Note: Reflections from Cómpeta, Spain. More to follow. I just need a few minutes to sit on a nearby hilltop and let nature remind me of what it was like before all the humans arrived and jacked things up. Cheers.

New Note: Previously published, no changes made. These were my thoughts on a pensive sunny day…

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