Friday 13th December 2019
They call it ‘the cold moon’
but no, we can’t blame
this belter of a December moon
for the deep-freeze skudding
through hearts, sinking them
fathoms low to a lobotomised
deep, where it feels okay to vote
against empathy, compassion, hope.
This full cold moon – precious
passing through the morning sky
over a Scotland that has said of course
to empathy, compassion and hope, but for now
is held fast to a past, to a party, anchored in
greed-stripped fear-numbed ground.
All we can know for sure
is that into broken hearts
more moonlight can pour.
Just like one man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter, compassion is one man’s kindness and another man’s killing.
To the likes of Boris, making life easier for hedge fund managers to make even more money is compassion – to the 99% it is killing.
To the likes of Morrison in Australia or Trump in America, making less state rules for fossil fuel companies is compassion – to the 99% it is poisoning.
To the likes of Mother Earth, compassion will be putting humankind out of it’s misery before all the other earthlings are destroyed.
Wonderful! Especially that last verse. I haven’t come across Leonie’s writing before, but I’ve just been searching, found for example “Ten minutes of weather away”, and now know I’ll definitely be reading more!