DSB: Interlude


I wrote something for the PWG weekly task. I don’t like it all that much, but, given that my head is rammed full of all the horrible events of last week, I still want to share it. I don’t expect you to say anything, but for some reason, I have a strong desire to make public this terrible attempt at poetry.

I’d say ‘enjoy’ but that doesn’t feel right. I’ll settle for ‘here you go’:

Last night before I crept to bed
I went online, discovered and read
that several Parisian people were dead.

Several attacks across the city.
‘Guns, terrorists, hate’ and gritty
words used by the media. Falsified pity.

And just before, did I hear wrong
The news about Jihadi John?
‘Another terrorist, bagged and gone.’

But

It’s not that simple.

Don’t you care
that each and every time you swear
to see the law’s justice done
you’ve widened the rift, put off repair?

Because death is not the answer.

Hate is note a cure.

We are one people, living in one world,
and each and every time you hurl
another taste of empty justice
hate’s maelstrom will continue to whirl.

No one escapes such hate unscathed.

We’re all affected and enslaved
And if we don’t all act together
we’ll find our future paved
with misery and fear.

Yeah. That.

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About Da Shared Brain

I am the mind behind Ileandra Young and Raven ShadowHawk. They call me da shared brain (DSB) and I quite like it, so I thought I'd make my presence here known. You won't hear from me much, but enough to remind you that I'm here.
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