Not For Me – a poem

Not For Me

 

Not for me the trauma of shattered mind

Or blown off limbs.

Not for me a life ruined

Family and friends dead

Or for meagre rations queuing

As aspiration dims.

 

Not for me the constant terror

Waiting for the missile blast.

I’ve lived a privileged life

And I want it to last.

 

So I’ll support the UN

And the EU too.

Both far from perfect

But I think they’ll do.

 

I’ll work for a unified world

In which petty nationalism has been expelled.

For I know that in talk and trade

Better relationships are made.

 

Opher – 30.9.2019