Twisted

So, you dress up your freedom

in racist robes,

and make it look like

your rhetoric is genuine concern,

but let be tell you all,

the ones masked behind white

banners with the twisted sign of

the holy cross, that your call to

purify and flatten the nation is disturbed:

for you see not the terror that

lies in your words,

not the history, unspeakable,

not the reduction of a human

being to a category, a curse,

not the fear that takes people’s

safety and rips it apart.

 

What will you purify with your

‘just cause’? What will you burn

to ash to make us all the same?

 

In your twisted protests against difference,

in your belief that ‘white’ exists,

you are robbing the nation of all

that makes us who we are:

a vision for a people connected, diverse,

finding belonging now with

us not them, seeking refuge,

born of other lands,

joining with nations long time here,

part of this vastness and sacred beauty

that brings us all together, rich,

as one nation, free,

under many gods,

and no gods at all.

 

1/12/2025