Hello, Collective Trauma
hello,
collective trauma
after all,
it keeps such a hold –
on people and the population
the past –
it becomes a haven
but in reality, a wound
with no time for the present
so what is there to do
with people –
who walk through the towns and cities
wondering where the world has gone
as if,
things never needed to change
as if,
they never would,
this rose tinted past is a bandage –
for the present and its many wounds
as if,
the present has been knifed in its heart
so, it’s hello,
hello to a world where upon society –
for many, contained so many privileges
which they never knew existed
and they never understood
empire building collapses as change sweeps in
lost in numerous public houses
drunk on swarfega and gin
James Garratt – Monday 22nd April 2024
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Hello, Collective Trauma – Written Monday 22nd April 2024 (Aged 49)
