Updated: Apr 24, 2018
We sleep with the economy of the truth
corporate desire stoked in the furnace of whose empire?
We sleep with the price of war; it rapes the conscience, covered in sores
no redlines for those slaughtered by guns, bombs, tanks, missiles, drones.
We sleep with our hysteria, redlines firmly nailed to a cloud of smoke,
chemical outrage, formulas stoked in a media furnace, warmongers circus.
We sleep with business as usual, no redlines for the price of war,
our collective conscience is covered in lesions and sores.
Michelle Thomasson (12 April 2018)