Middle in my comfort zone
Of liking facebook kittens,
Pondering on shallow Zen quotes
That seem deep but are
Wandering through empty meadows,
Thinking about what to eat and write,
And reading Lucretius who tells me
What of nature I should need to know,
And would it snow today or not,
Four Jews are shot for being Jew,
Some fine satirists gone.
This wakes me up
From what it is that occupies my mind
From whom I care for even so,
It’s sweeping me away from home
To where I’m more aware
That we don’t live to only please ourselves.
So many keep their voices down
Or lovingly express support
But not for any of the victims (don’t they care?)
For what it’s worth I try
To raise my unimportant voice,
At least I have a choice to speak or look away.
I love you so. My saddened European home
And all of us. Our freedom.
Satire. All who love to get some peace
On this our lovely Earth.