CRUELTY KILLS US ALL
Human rights are lights of life.
But what about the daily nine/Who feel despised and choose to die/In this modern hell/These times defined by crimes/Against the self?
Please don’t blame the victims/Of the games of sickning systems.
The fat float high/”Who’s that?” they cry /As families sigh/And nine more die.
I’m sick of men and women/Who drive us towards death.
There’s too much of that killing.
It’s whack. It’s wrong. It’s wet/With blood of those who love/& give & hope then fret.
And the pallid policies policing/Mental health have collared me/& cut cold deep episiotomies/Into my midwife’s soul.
In the name of safety/They maim me and they take me/Into callousness’s careless/Caverns of Control.
Cruelty./You and me.
Who has died?
Who has lied?
Who has cried/At suicide?
You. And I.
You. And me.
Cruelty.
Suicide.
THE GENDER SUICIDE GAP 