We care nothing for foreign wars, Ebola, infantile diarrhoea, destruction of forests, burning continents. Who even remembers ‘our girls’, or the women and children drowned in a locked Zara sweat shop making cheap clothes for us to wear once, twice, and throw away?
We are content to send thoughts and prayers to the unfortunates who do not have our good luck and wealth to live somewhere safe. But we have grown used to mass death being for other people. We are terrified of a virus that fills our hospital beds, slows our economies and prevents us doing the things we like to do. We make our choices, choose our devils and our witches to burn.
above the cages
geese fly—no sickness
in the free sky