Manchester

A poem I wrote about the attacks in Manchester. It's a massive tragedy , and has brought out the worst in humans , with fake news and hatred , but also the best in unity and peace within a community .

Hatred spews it's vile head in times of peril and heartache-
how could someone do this? How could they?
indoctrination splits our nation whole ;
People taught to hate that which is human ,
taught to hate that which is innocent ,
taught to hate that which is themselves .

The media tells me
that nails spewed in an arena , particles in an object compressed with innocents ,
the cries of a mother who can't locate her baby ,
those local and disparate - all united in the same pain.

"It's the muslims" they say ,
"They want to kill us , it's a war"
yet no muslim I've met is full of boiling tar -
hate brought to the boil , and left simmering ;
synaesthesia of vision and sickness ,
ears ring with blows , nose of burnt flesh, heart of hate.

I feel sick repeating the lines of: "it's a group of radicals"
yet breath after breath it seems to not be believed.
I see a stream online saying "lets burn the mosques"
as if fighting fire with fire would eradicate flame.
I hope that unity will reign in a joyous union
with peace and love , the trio of optimism pressed harsh inside-
however I am doubtful that my view is abundant as:

The TV , radio , social media - all scaring us for views.
Fear sells more than sex and drugs , the base human emotion we all hold dear.
False allegations rampage through stations
With statements of gunmen, bombs and blows further.
it's false.

Judge that which you see , and not that you want to believe
for this is humanity, and its barbaric seeds ,
Implanted for self profit and interest -
question what is told , bite the hand that poisons you.