Not your job
It’s not your responsibility
to constantly
show up for your people
when the cross
that both you and they bear
is breaking your backs
an incessant attack
on your and their
psyche
cells
and emotional apparatus
Let me
with my privileged status
and the fact that I am merely indirectly affected by that cross you all bear
in the sense that it pains me that I have no power to make that cross instantly disappear
Let me use the only goods that are truly mine
my intangible possessions in this lifetime
My voice
my hands
my humanity
and my mind
Let me at least try –
even if I fail in the attempt –
to make that cross feel not quite so heavy
while you do what
your voice
your hands
your humanity
and your mind are ready
and able
for
on any given day
You are under no obligation to
come
stay
protest
play the “game”
continually fly your flag in your people’s name
It’s not your job
It’s mine
And anyone who doesn’t assist
you
in making that cross
feel
at least
a little bit
lighter
and attempt to make the darkness seem – if even for a split second –
a wee bit
brighter
had better keep well away from me
I don’t suffer fools like them gladly
or otherwise
Their apathy and lies
lying eyes
conjecture
and surmise
are my motivation
to help you carry that cross
to the next station
AN FRAOCH 