To You, Who Are So Upright

To you, who are so upright, 

Concerned with justice and equality;

I would like to ask:

What is it like

To live your days in sun and peace without shadows

To dip your toes in my world at will

Because you were bored

Or maybe because you needed to prove how worldly you were, 

Or worse

You needed a dopamine hit

And my pain, 

And their pain

Is such a delicious vein, that you

Could signal your virtue to the ends of the earth?

What is it like

Never to have to think of things like

Wherever you are, 

Where the closest bomb shelter can be found, and

How many seconds you'll have to get there

And to know, by some internal mechanism exactly what 15 seconds feels like

Or worse, how you'll shield your young children's bodies with your own, as you

Throw yourselves down on the ground, under a dangerous sky when you

Find yourselves caught between your children's gan, and home when the azaka sounds? And

What is it like

To never have to think about

Mothers, burying their sons, or daughters

Or children burying their fathers, or mothers 

(Or both)

Except, of course, in the most hypothetical terms as you tighten your lips

Click your tongue and think "How awful"?

Or to look in the mirror, and decide "it's time for a trim", so you 

Call up your hairdresser

(The one that you've gone to since your early twenties,) 

To make an appointment only to learn

She was killed

Last week 

When she was caught outside, 

Between her children's school,  and home when there was a red alert.

And as it turns out, 

Lying flat on the ground, on top of her kids 

Did save them from the worst, 

But couldn't protect her soft body, or her head from falling shrapnel? 

And as you shout at us in the 

Streets of Europe or America, calling us 

"Baby killers", screaming about "genocide"

We know: you're transparent as glass. 

All your concerns, for 

Justice, and equality, are symbols for a status that you could never possess.