I am sick to the soul of
isms, and schisms, and intersections,
and labels, and petty views that separate,
and private grudges and narrow lanes
that see no other, and dividing
and fighting and finding difference
without curiosity, and living in histories
that play across borders, and buying war
for profit to protect those with interests.

Sick to the soul I am,
for in all these cuts there is bleeding,
in all these locations there are humans
that in silence have no voice to call.

17/2/2025