call them us
these strangers
who pass by in silence
pausing only
to stare an accusation
call them us
the murderers
we blame for wars
the dead
immobile on the floor
call them us
who die daily
in unreported squalor
pain scarred
on unread maps
call them us
who take
but never give
living off
others enslavement
call them us
the ones
who’d rather not join in
who play
by different rules
call them us
call us them
who stand pointing a finger
at those who turned out to be
only themselves
Jane Weir
Illustration Nick Victor