Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #219

Oh, Heaven Help

by Belinda Roddie

Oh, Heaven help the stranded refugees,

who stand with branded names upon the shore.

They're called terrorists and monstrosities,

not welcome in this country anymore.

We gobble fear down like an extra meal,

washing the palate with cold ignorance,

as fizzy as a beer. With greater zeal

then ever before, we restart the dance

of prejudice, of targeting the souls

of war-torn, ravaged families abroad.

Yet still we act like Christians while hate pulls

at our cheekbones, removing the facade.

Yes, Heaven help the refugees at last,

whose final hopes have suddenly been dashed.