It’s an autoimmune disorder

When white blood cell protectors

Switch into overdrive

Attacking, becoming defectors.

Perceiving threats which don’t exist

And going on full alert

They misidentify the enemy

And it’s you yourself they hurt.

They’ve had it easy for a while

Had no visible threats to fight

So maybe they can get confused

Not used to things being all right.

Our nation is suffering in much the same way

We’ve not noticed real perils at hand

So instead we’ve turned against ourselves

Brought chaos across this land.

Believing the lies that we are fed

That we are the actual disease

That we shouldn’t exist in our current form

Or allow this sickness to breed.

When steeping in self- loathing

Which we try in vain to excise

We find we cannot remove it

Without our cultural demise.

So we harm ourselves and each other

With diseases of hate, rage and blame

Dishonour our ancestors, erase them from mind

And allow confusion to reign.

Amputees of spirit

And connections to ourselves

We roam around directionless

As cold and empty shells.

We’ve rooted out the problem

We’ve sterilized the wounds

So into this Brave New World we stride

Of which we have been subsumed.

It doesn’t have to be this way

With spirit we can reunite

With our national immunity

And take on the authentic fight.

Bart 23